Stockings & Suspenders

Stockings & Suspenders
by Jonathan Eddington



She chose her favourite stockings, sheer black with lacy top,
And matching black suspender belt, to ensure they don't drop,
With tight white blouse and mini skirt, and high heels that would stop,
Dead in their tracks all men that saw, her walking past the shop.

Her heart did race as out she went, to meet her special guy,
Enjoying the attention from, each person she went by,
Their eyes ran up each silky leg, and lingered at her thigh,
Her soft white skin so welcoming, and easy on the eye.

With every step the mini skirt, it showed a little more,
Now just below her bare butt cheeks, her pulse began to soar,
What else she'd show if she bent down, beside the cafe door?
She'd flash her clear arousal too, with what she hadn't wore.

Blindfold

Blindfold
by Jonathan Eddington



She knew this wasn't her husband's cock from the way it felt in her hands. It must belong to one of his friends who was at the party they had thrown earlier. Her husband must have told him to hide so she would think everyone had gone. No wonder he was so keen for her to wear a blindfold. He was probably watching right now, slowly stroking his cock as he waited to surprise her. Well he was the one in for the shock.

Beating the Competition

Beating the Competition
by Jonathan Eddington



Both guys had been competing to have her for quite a while now. Each of them claiming to have the bigger cock, to last longer, and be the better lover. To their surprise she said she would put them to the test, but in a way neither of them had imagined.

First she got them to stand side by side as she knelt in front of them. Then released their stiffening cocks. Swiftly they reached their maximum potential as both guys expected her lips to grace their proud erections. Instead she grasped one in each hand and determined their sizes.

"Neither is bigger, " she announced, "so on to the next test."

Slowly at first she began to pump their cocks. Her hands moved alternately like a milk maid's. As she increased her rhythm she kicked her lips in anticipation, yet never tasted either of them.

"Now to test your second claim. Who ever cums first has the lowest stamina, and will have lost."

Without giving one or the other more stimulation she increased her pace and pointed both of their now throbbing cocks towards her face.

"Who will it be? Who will grace my eager face with their cum first?"

Both of them gasped and grunted as she pushed them closer and closer. Neither of them wanting to loose, but also secretly wanting to see just their cum on her soft skin.

"Cum for me" she begged. "Cover my face."

It was almost too much for the guys, yet somehow they held back, but knowing they could not last much longer. Their hips began to buck involuntarily as they struggled to hold back their release.

Risky

Risky
by Jonathan Eddington



Jo lay back on the grass in an empty area of the park. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders and spread across the warm summer grass. With a wicked grin she squeezed her beautiful breasts together with her arms, making her already magnificent cleavage even more inviting.

"Fuck me" she whispered, gazing at me with her hypnotic eyes.

Without a word I joined her on the grass, not caring that we were still close to the path. Our lips met and I savoured the sweet sensation of her soft welcoming lips. Those same lips that had been expertly sucking my erection only moments ago. The gentle breeze that was cooling my shaft was replaced by the warmth of her hand as she slowly began to stroke it.

"Fuck me" Jo insisted, lifting her skirt to show her damp thong.

Deftly I slipped the flimsy material to one side and positioned myself on top of her. With experienced ease she guided me into her, her silky wetness feeling so hot and inviting. Nearby we heard the crunch of footsteps on a gravel path. Perhaps on the same footpath we had taken. Nervous excitement tingled through my veins at the possibility of us being caught adding to my already raging arousal. Quickly we built a steady rhythm. My thrusts and Jo's panting matching the increasingly louder footsteps.

Jo let out a moan of delight, and the crunching steps stopped. I tried to glance over my shoulder, but could not see anyone. Yet the knowledge that someone had heard drove me to thrust deeper and harder.

"Over there, through the trees" came a whispering female voice.

"Where? I can't... Oh yeah!" clearly replied a male.

Horny Holiday 3 - The Cave in the Cove

Horny Holiday 3 - The Cave in the Cove
by Jonathan Eddington



On the first full day of our holiday, we rose early due to the baking heat of the sun beating down on our tent. After a quick breakfast, and before the other campers had even begun stirring, we decided to head to the nearby beach for a refreshing swim.

After making a couple of wrong turns during our walk down, we finally arrived at the tiny village nestling in the valley that opened up into a small cove. To our surprise, the wind was quite strong here, and there were several surfers braving the waves, yet there had been none at all at the camp.

"Still fancy a swim?" I asked Mary.

"Hmm. Looks a bit too rough" sighed Mary. "Though we can still take a walk along the beach."

Giggling like teenagers, we removed our foot wear and raced down to the water, feeling the warm sand running through our toes.

"Flipping heck that's freezing!" I yelped after just a few steps into the sea.

Mary stopped a few feet from the water line and laughed as I rushed back out again. Over Mary's shoulder I spotted a gap in the cliff at the edge of the beach. A small cave.

"Let's go exploring" I grinned and head over towards it.

"Explore...? Oh yeah!"

At least we would not get cut off in there, as within the few minutes it took for us to reach it, the tide was definitely on its way out. Even though the cave was only a few feet taller than us, and just wide enough for both of us to stand side by side, it was surprisingly deep. Though the sandy floor gave way to uneven rock a short distance past the bending entrance, and the roof lowered swiftly to barely chest height.

"Very cosy" Mary purred in the shadows, pulling me close to her.

"Yet tantalisingly public" I whispered as I slip my hands inside her t-shirt and slowly lifted it up.

Tenderly we kissed as I reached round and unfastened her bikini top. Mary stepped back, grabbed her t-shirt, and swiftly removed it with her bikini top, setting free her beautiful breasts. Looking over Mary's shoulder, and out of the cave, I could see two more surfers heading for the sea. Blissfully unaware of our increasingly naked bodies only yards from them, they ran on into the sea in search of the perfect wave.

Swiftly we discarded the last of our clothes and savoured the hunger on each other's lips. Our hands caressed every delicious curve of each other's exposed bodies, before homing in on the focus of each other's desire. Softly I gasped as Mary stroked the full length of my erection, and she sighed as my fingers dipped into her glistening pussy.

From outside the cave came the sound of rapidly pattering feet and soft voices. Suddenly something ran past the front of the cave causing us to break our kissing and watch outside. Even with the rising possibility of discovery our hands and fingers still stroked and thrust each other's raging passion. Again we heard the pattering of running feet coming towards us.

"Woah!" I said, as without warning we were no longer alone.

Horny Holiday 2 - Intense Activities

Horny Holiday 2 - Intense Activities
by Jonathan Eddington



As the sun went down on the first night of our camping break, me and Mary were enjoying the hospitality of a quaint little pub less than a mile from our tent. We had intended to find a quiet corner to ourselves, but due to the simple L shape of the only room there was no chance of any privacy. To the other drinkers we must have been like a pair of whispering, giggling teenagers. At first they had no idea why, but as our drinks flowed, we got louder, and they soon caught snippets of our saucy conversation.

"...her face when she saw my hand between your legs" I smirked.

"What about the truck diver?" Mary laughed. "I couldn't see his reaction with my head between yours!"

The rest of the pub drew quiet, but we didn't care.

"I can't wait to kiss my way up your thighs and taste your pussy."

"In here?" giggled Mary.

"You wish" I smiled, my hand sliding up her naked thigh.

Mary opened her legs, inviting me to go further than the edge of her skirt. An elderly man spluttered into his pint as he caught sight of her neatly trimmed bush.

"Let's head back. I'm getting a tent of my own" I glanced down at my crotch and winked at Mary.

"Hmm. This one went up much quicker than the other" Mary purred as she caressed my crotch. "And has been noticed by more than me" she finished with a whisper and a grin.

"Right. Let's go then" I said, then downed the last of my drink, anxious to escape the captivated eyes of the other drinkers in case someone complained.

Carefully I stood with my back to the others and tried in vain to hide my erection as I headed to the door. Mary swiftly followed and we made our way out into the warm evening air. Once we were a few hundred yards up the lane from the pub I unzipped my jeans and freed my straining cock.

"Can't wait, eh?" Mary giggled, wrapping her fingers around my shaft as we walked. "There's no hiding this now if someone comes you know?"

"I can think of somewhere to hide it" I smiled, pulling she round in front of me so my cock pressed between her thighs.

"When we get to our tent you can do more than hide it" Mary sighed, squeezing my shaft, then slowly stroking it as she kissed me deeply.

"Why wait?" I groaned as she continued to tease me.

"Because you'll not catch me before then" she laughed, then ran off up the lane.

Horny Holiday 1 - In Car Entertainment

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Seen by a Stranger

Seen by a Stranger
by Jonathan Eddington



Lisa sighed as her apartment door clicked closed behind her. As blind dates go, it had not been a complete disaster, but it was pretty close. The moment she had seen him her pulse had raced as she drank in his strong, rugged features. Lisa had gone over to him, thankful she had gone for a 'sultry temptress' look, already fantasising about what they might get up to later.

Unfortunately, he was more interested in telling Lisa about the deals he was making at work, his flash cars, large house, and just how rich he was. Realising she could barely get a word in, she had learnt forward giving him a great view of her deep cleavage. Annoyingly, though his eyes had fixed there, he carried on talking about his expensive trips abroad, instead of flirting. Leaning back, Lisa had crossed her long slender legs giving him plenty of opportunity to see her stocking tops and suspenders. Still he bored her with lengthy details about his plans for his future, even when she allowed him a long gaze at her tiny black thong. He may have enjoyed what he had seen, but showed no interest in anything but himself.

In the end, Lisa had made her escape while he was in the toilet. That was the last time she would let her best friend Anna try and fix her up.

Now in her room, Lisa kicked off her heels, and sat on the end of her bed rubbing her aching toes. Something caught her eye outside. It must have been the curtains swaying in the open window of the opposite apartment. It had been empty for a while, but apparently not any more. For a few moments Lisa watched, wondering if for once she needed to close her curtains, but nothing else moved.

Anyway, if someone was watching, they could only see Lisa's top half over the window sill. Squeezing her breasts together, Lisa remembered the poor response her cleavage had got from her date. Maybe she was no longer attractive, and that was why he was not interested. It had been over a year since...

Lisa shook her head, dispersing her negative thoughts. It was no good over analysing and needlessly depressing herself. The guy was a dick, pure and simple, and she had made a lucky escape. Standing up, Lisa shrugged off her suit jacket, and unfastened the matching short skirt. Leaning forward to step out and remove it, she again thought she saw something. This time Lisa did not stop to check. If someone is there, then at least she has their attention. A tingle of nerves and excitement ran through her. Dare she show more?

Outdoor Antics - "Don't Frighten the Horses"

Outdoor Antics - "Don't Frighten the Horses"



This week, one of the UK tabloids did one of it's typical eye catching but factually incorrect articles. The act of having sex outdoors is NOT a crime in the UK. Doing it where it is witnessed, and to cause offence is. So what does that really mean?

Lakeside Lust

Lakeside Lust
by Jonathan Eddington



"No peeking" Ruby warned, as she turned away and began to remove her clothes.

"I won't" promised Stuart, though if things went as he hoped, he would get plenty of chances to catch a glimpse or two as the afternoon went on.

With her hands on her bra clasp Ruby checked over her shoulder. True to his word Stuart was looking in the opposite direction. Mixed in with the relief, a small part of her was disappointed. Did he not find her attractive? She had been sure that asking her to model for his photography assignment was just an excuse to get her alone so he could make a move on her.

In his mind Stuart pictured Ruby slowly and sensuously stripping for him. Coyly she turned with an arm across her impressive breasts, and a hand covering her modesty below. She gazed straight into his eyes, smiled, and presented herself to him in her full naked glory. Her eyes ran down his body stopping at his bulging crotch. Slowly she walked towards him and...

Saturday Shorts: Suzy And Dave

Saturday Shorts: Suzy And Dave
by Jonathan Eddington



Dave could not help but giggle as he watched through the key hole of the storage cupboard he was hiding in. In the middle of the corridor in front of him various teachers and students knelt down to try and pick up the coins he had glued to the floor. Most made it look like they had dropped something and were bending to pick it up, or that they had stopped to do their laces. Others were more brazen, but no one could pull them free. As the number of people using the corridor died down, Dave struggled not to be heard sniggering as their attempts to free the coins became more frantic. A girl hacked at them with one of her high heels, until the heel snapped off. One guy tried to kick them free, and almost fell on his back. Another got down on his hands and knees and was trying to bite them off, but still they remained stuck fast.

Eventually the corridor was silent. Dave had almost left the cupboard when Suzy appeared. Sashaying around the corner, tottering on her heels, but so engrossed in her phone, she did not she him duck back inside. Safe again, he watched her swaying hips and the way her short plaid skirt lifted slightly with each step. Oh for a gust of wind!

A glint from the coins caught Suzy's eye, and she stopped. Dave held his breath as she glanced down at them, then up and down the now empty corridor. As she bent over, her body side on to him, her skirt rose revealing the firm toned curve of her butt cheek. Higher still it slid until almost her entire buttock was bared. Dave gazed in awe. From where he was hid it looked like she was not wearing any underwear. If only she was bent over with her back to him.

One week left to get my books for FREE

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Virgin Vacation (excerpt)

Virgin Vacation (excerpt)

by Jonathan Eddington

Tanya, an eighteen year old virgin, is on a family holiday with her parents friends and their daughter. Dawn has had plenty of experience with boys, and soon takes Tanya into town to check out the local talent. In the centre they meet a group of boys and agree to go for a walk with three of them.

A few minutes later we have entered the park, gone past the children's play area, and are heading down a country path laughing and joking as we drink and walk. I have my arm round Todge's magnificent torso, and his free hand is resting on my bum. Every so often he gently squeezes it, sending little ripples of pleasure through me. I find myself wishing his hand was on my skin, not my skirt, and lift the back of it so he can feel my butt cheek sticking out of my bikini bottom. Todge responds by firmly squeezing it, and I notice that once again his cock looks like it is trying to escape his shorts. In fact the elastic around the top is being pushed away from his body, and I can just about make out his shaft inside. It must be so hard and powerful if it is anything like the rest of his body. I feel a bigger tingle, and a deep longing between my legs.

Up ahead, Andy, Dawn and Si are walking arm in arm, Dawn between the two of them, smiling and giggling at them both as they finish the booze.

"So where are you guys taking me, and what shall we do when we get there?" Dawn giggles suggestively.

"Just somewhere nice, where we can enjoy the sunshine together", winks Andy to Si.

"Yeah, and have some fun too!" says Si.

Coyly Dawn says "Oh, what kind of fun?"

"Something I bet you'll really enjoy!" growls Si, his hand caressing it's way down her back and pinching her bum. Dawn laughs, takes her arm from round his waist, and reaches round in front of him.

"Anything to do with this?" she asks, and Si gives a little gasp.

"Hell yeah, baby!"

"You too Andy?" as she does the same to him.

"If that's what you want..." he gasps.

"Oh yes. I DO want these" she purrs, her hands doing something to their crotches.

"Nearly there babe," gasps Si, "just through these trees."

Si leads us a few hundred yards off the path and through the trees, until we come to a little clearing with moss covering the ground, and small patches of bushes.

"You going to be ok?" Dawn whispers to me.

"Err..." I reply. My head feels wobbly after the alcohol.

"I'll be gentle," interrupts Todge before I can say anything, then looking into my eyes, "she doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to."

Is this it? Am I about to see my first hard cock, to feel it, to enjoy it? What am I supposed to do? Do I need to do anything? And most importantly, am I ready?

The Story so Far - part 6

Last week I posted the first five parts of a series of articles dealing with how I became a writer of erotica. There was my introduction to erotic stories, when I discovered porn videos, what happened on my first time, how the internet shaped my fantasies, and when I met my dream woman.

Now learn what drove me to write my first saucy tale.

The Story so Far - part 4

First I told you how I discovered erotic stories, then porn videos, and last time my first sexual encounter. Today, how the World Wide Web fed my fantasies.

The Story so Far - part 2

Yesterday I told you about my introduction to sex stories and one that stuck in my memory. Today find out how I came to see my first porn video.

The Story so Far - part 1

This is the story of how I came to write erotic stories.

Naughty by Nature (excerpt)

Naughty by Nature (excerpt)

by Jonathan Eddington

Where I live is right next to a nature reserve, and on a hot summers day there is nothing better than walking through the shade of the trees, listening to the birdsong, spotting various wildlife, and smelling the flowers. In the few years I've been here I must have wandered all over this lovely place, often seeing no one else. Yet one day last summer will always be in my mind.

In the middle of the reserve there is a hidden pool I had discovered, and enjoyed, many times. As I made my way up the little slope that would bring me out behind one of the bushes near the pool, I noticed a scrap of material caught on a bramble. I felt a sense of disappointment that someone else knew about my special place. Not thinking what else that may have meant, and due to the unbearable heat, I took off my T-shirt and walked the last few feet topless, a slight but blessed breeze cooling my hot body. My breasts swaying gently as I walked, the cooling air making my nipples stand out. There I was, about to undo my skirt as I reached the top directly behind the bush, when I heard the sound of a zip.

I froze, half naked, quickly placing one arm across my breasts. Again I heard a noise. This time it was the sound of someone taking their clothes off. There was definitely someone else up here.

The sound had come from somewhere by the left of the pool, so carefully I peeked round the bush and saw a guy, now naked, and with his back to me, bent down placing his shoes on top of his clothes. Even in that position I could tell he kept himself in shape from his muscular torso, arms, and legs. He stood and turned and dived into the water, giving me a brief glance at his face, chest, and private parts as he did. I had been single for a while at this point after a long term relationship had ended badly. Up until I saw this guys naked body I had not realised how much I had missed sex.

So there I was, topless, hiding behind a bush, watching a hot, naked guy swimming in the pool. I could feel myself getting horny, and gently caressed my breasts, wishing it was this mystery guy doing it instead. The guys powerful arms quickly pulled him across the water, and soon he was at the other side. Instead of turning round, he swam backstroke as he returned, and to my surprise his cock was beginning to get hard as he swam. Once back to his original position, he again did the crawl to to other side. I found myself hoping he would again use backstroke to return, which he did, and by now his cock was distinctly sticking up. Intently I watched him swim and could not help but imagine how that growing cock might feel inside me. I slid a hand between my legs and, even though I knew I was horny, was surprised at how wet I was.

He did several more lengths of the pool, each time on the return trip his cock seemed bigger. Then, instead of heading back towards his clothes, he swam towards the large rocks were the stream ran down into the pool, climbed onto the largest one, and sat there. His cock pointing towards the sky, the whole of his body glistening in the sun. I wanted him so bad. My fingers were teasing my pussy and caressing my clit. I had not been this turned on in ages.

We must have been like that for just a couple of minutes, him sunbathing, me fingering myself, when suddenly he stood up. What was he about to do? Was he about to dive back in? Was he going to swim again? Or was this the end of his little show and he was going to go?

Something About You - Part 1

Something About You - Part 1

by Jonathan Eddington

"You've spent far too long on your own. It's time you had some fun!" Tara had said. I had never told her why I avoided guys. Because the only boyfriend I have had made me feel so dirty and used it put me right off sex. That had been before I met her nearly two years ago, and she had become more and more insistent that I needed a man.

In the end I had blurted out how he would pin me down, slam himself painfully inside me, and after a few frantic moments roll off and fall asleep. I explained about the small heart shaped birthmark on my shoulder, how all through school I had been teased mercilessly about it, and how he had told his mates at college that it was a tattoo I had done for him.

Tara had looked at me in horror, called him a bastard, and told me about how different it was with the guys she knew. I never knew there were guys that were romantic like they are in films. And I was shocked at how much she told me about her sex life, but increasingly interested in experiencing the sensations and feelings she described.

So that was how I had ended up here in this singles bar. I had finally agreed to her offer to go on a man hunt. Tara had already been pointing out several guys, but they all reminded me of my ex. In frustration she had gone off to the bar by herself.

It has only been a few moments when I notice a fairly attractive guy on the other side of the room looking at me. There is something about him that keeps my gaze locked into his. For several seconds we are frozen. Everything else in the room seems to melt away, and feel myself about to move towards him.

Dirty Dancing Pt1

Dirty Dancing Pt1
by Jonathan Eddington



The club was pounding to beat of the music and the hundreds of hot, sweaty, and in many cases horny bodies.

She'd already had quite a few guys try and dance with her. Hardly surprising with how she looked and how she was moving. The tightly front tied blouse showing her ample cleavage and lack of a bra, the pleated short skirt that occasionally rose giving glimpses of stocking tops, and a pair of killer heels with knee high white socks. Those, combined with her wavy blonde hair tied up in pigtails, ruby red lip stick, and equally red nails, all made her look like a schoolgirl gone bad. Her short height and youthful looks made her look early twenties rather than nearer forty, so many guys perfect fantasy - naughty schoolgirl with lots of experience!

She was on the lookout for a guy, but not the ones who were coming to her. At the side of the dance floor she had seen a slightly geeky, yet attractive lad watching her dance and obviously enjoying the view. He nervously looked away whenever she tried to make eye contact though.

Knowing she would have to make the first move she danced near to where he was stood, casting glances in his direction to check he was watching.

Directly in front of where he stood, she "accidentally" dropped her purse, and slowly bent forward to get it. Keeping her legs straight and her bum towards him, she knew he would be looking at her lacy stocking tops, her perfectly rounded bottom peeking out from under her skirt, and as she reach the floor, her wet pussy showing between her legs.