REAL SEX STORIES

If some of you guys and girls have been reading my tweets, I’ve recently booked some vacation time away from the office to visit good old England again, and I couldn’t resist visiting the country’s thriving capital once more.

I was called to one of my regular client´s home, where I was asked to perform a massage on a couple. It was something I liked doing, performing a massage on a couple, but I didn’t expect for the massage to turn out so erotic!

It´s no surprise that everybody has a fetish, everybody has something that makes them wild with desire, but here we have some confessions of some truly quirky fetishes!

Deviant sex is when you let loose and let the moment take you, however filthy and naughty it is. These three people know how to make deviant sex work for them. Read these filthy confessions from real people.

Being an escort, I was used to getting some odd requests, but one day, one of my regular clients asked me to try something I had never dared to before. We had just finished a session on a Friday night and I was in the shower, scrubbing off the sweat of our long night of sex, when he came in and asked me something, pretty boldly.

Deviant sex is when you let loose and let the moment take you, however filthy and naughty it is. These three people know how to make deviant sex work for them. Read these filthy confessions from real people.

It´s no surprise that everybody has a fetish, everybody has something that makes them wild with desire, but here we have some confessions of some truly quirky fetishes!

We all know what it’s like to have a secret fantasy, but how about a secret crush? They say the most painful love is unrequited love, that’s what it’s like for these brave people who reveal their wildly inappropriate crushes.

Sitting in The London Carriage Works, one of the best restaurants in Liverpool, I was spending my afternoon growing more and more upset. I had come in here for a pick me up, my very own champagne afternoon tea which usually never failed to make me feel good inside, but this time it wasn’t working.

I was sitting in one of the most exclusive cocktail bar and casino in Manchester, Manchester 235, sipping frosty Margaritas with my girlfriend Scarlett when I spotted him, he was leaning against the wall outside, draining the last of a cigarette. His dark hair was lying against his dark skin, covering an inch of his forehead and his hazel eyes carried a cheeky glint in them. I almost choked on my cocktail as I saw him wandering into the bar, hands pushed into his pocket, eyes scanning the room.