Finishing my last year of college was tough. I had recently separated from my husband. He agreed to let me stay in his grandmother's old home for a few months while I finished up school. The place was old, but it would do for the next few months. nnEddie and I met at a mutual friend's house two years earlier. At the time, we had each recently come out of messy relationships. We seemed to have so much in common. It wasn't surprising to our friends when we announced our plans to be married only six months after meeting. He was one of those suit and tie guys. Always dressed to perfection before leaving the house, and he appeared to be a great catch. Not long after our marriage, I realized just how big of an ass he truly was. He constantly drank, stayed out late, he occasionally did illegal drugs, and he was so arrogant. He treated people horribly. We fought all the time about how he acted. This was stuff I refused to put up with. He refused to change his ways, and so, our marriage was over. nnMy final experience with Eddie started as just another one of those crappy nights. It was rainy, humid, and the A/C was out. I came in from my second shift job, drug the mattress and box springs across the living room floor, and closed off every other room in the house. I figured with one fan, this was my best bet for staying cool while I crammed for an early morning test.

Traveling is my favorite thing. I've been all over the world without any problems, until Africa. I had rented a car to explore one of those exotic dictatorships of the dark continent and I was having a really great time. As a gorgeous, blond, single woman, I have come to enjoy men learing at me lustily, undressing me with their eyes. It was a blast, until I tried to leave the country. nnHandcuffed behind my back I sat on a wooden chair next to a table in a room with no windows. I must have been there for an hour when a uniformed black man suddenly opened the door, walked in, and sat on the table 2 feet away from me. nn"You know Miss, your in big trouble." nn"What's this about? Why am I here?" nnHe looked at my breasts. My nipples were hard as rocks from the excitement. nn"Drug smuggling is a serious crime." nn"I'm not a smuggler. The drugs must have been planted." nnHe rolled his eyes upward in their sockets and stood up. He paced about the room and then crouched behind me. nn"Miss, you're in big trouble and you'll cooperate if you know what's good for you." nn"I'll do anything you say. Just let me go.

My name is Ana I came to England from the Philippines 4 years ago as a trained nurse and I now work in the local Accident and Emergency Dept. nnI met my husband (Jim) at work, as he is a nurse as well. We married just over two years after. I am tall for a Filipino with small breasts and a nice arse or so my husband says.nnBefore we had met I had a boyfriend in the Philippines but my sex life only developed since coming to England and meeting my husband. I intend to tell you a few of the tales about our sex life.nnOur sex life started out fairly normally but he soon started to introduce some kinkier aspects at first this was just sexy underwear which he likes me to wear as much as possible with a particular fetish for stockings and hold-ups. He has even persuaded me to wear hold-ups to work under my uniform. nnAt around the same time we started to experiment with different positions the doggy style being a particular favourite of mine. After this he started to introduce some toys although resistant at first I came to love being fucked by the big pink dildo he bought for me. nnHis next innovation to our sex lives was to introduce some fantasy role-play this of course meant me dressing up the first was my nurse's outfit; his other favourites are schoolgirl, secretary and prostitute. nnFor my schoolgirl outfit I have a lovely pleated red tartan check skirt which gets him hard just thinking about it, for my other outfits I make do with what ever I can find in my wardrobe, the one thing they all have in common is that I have to wear them with stockings or hold-ups.nnAfter this I thought I was ready for anything then Jim started to introduce his fantasies into our sex lives not just dress-ups this time, now he wanted to talk and me talk about what other things I would like to do. nnOne of the main themes was bringing other people into the picture. At first it was about introducing other women and having a threesome in that way then he started to talk about getting other men included and not just one. nnHe likes to hear me talk about taking on several men at the same time so that I am fucked to full satisfaction. These stories would become more and more elaborate and he would always become very excited about them. nnWe discussed more and more about acting these fantasies out, eventually of course Jim persuaded me to do something about it and set in place a plan to find a couple of extra guys to fuck me.nnThe plan involved attending a local pub that he had found that is fairly clean and the clientele seemed fairly decent. We went on a Tuesday evening so that it wouldn't be too busy.

Melanie looked out of the window. The rain splatters were drying and she hoped the rain would stop long enough so that she could leave the office and get to her car without getting drenched. It seemed, lately, that the rain was never going to stop. She sighed and moved back to her desk, sitting in her chair and staring at the papers scattered all over the place. nnMelanie was not a tidy person. On the contrary, some would say she was horribly untidy. Her house, her desk, her life, all a complete mess. nn"When am I going to grow up and be and adult?" she thought as she shuffled a few papers together to find a free space on the desk. Banging the papers on the desk, taking out her frustrations on them, she stood and went to get her coat, mumbling to herself.nn"I've had enough of this fucking job, it stinks and I'm going nowhere." She stormed into her boss's office and threw the door shut. nn"I've had it," she screamed. "I can't take this job anymore, I resign!" She stood in front of his desk, her heart racing, her fists clenched, not knowing how this anger had taken so long to boil over, and amazed at herself for her bravery. nnJosh was tall and dark. Handsome? yes. Some would say so, but he had the most amazing eyes that could lock you in their gaze, deep blue, and shimmering like the sun on a calm sea. He looked up.