EROTIC STORIES

The bell rang out through the halls, signalling the end of another school day, and I joined my mates as we shoved our way out of the stuffy maths room. More students were coming out of the other classrooms as we walked through the corridor, joining the masses as they all tried to escape.

Alan was worried. His wife had arranged a meal at a romantic restaurant for his birthday, followed by a night in a swanky hotel, but he knew that he wouldn’t get sex. He couldn’t remember the last time they had sex, never mind the last time they had good sex.

There is always time for a little naughtiness during the working weeks at the St Barts Gynecology unit.

I stayed sitting perfectly still, my eyes on the clock on the wall. He should have been here ten minutes ago, and had let me know that he was running a little late. Still, it isn’t a good idea to upset your mistress.

It was daunting being a trainee nurse in the busy A&E ward, straightening my uniform in the staff room and giving myself a last slick of lip-gloss I strolled into the ward to begin my nurses rounds.

This is a private confession about my hot orgy experience. It was last month when I was vacationing in the sex capital of the world, where my desires of having an orgy was fulfilled.

When this story began, I had just reached forty years of age and had been married for over twenty years. I met my husband John at a disco in Helsingborg when I was a teenager and he was the first and only man I had ever slept with.