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  BARBARA CARDY founded and edited erotic imprints “In the Buf” and “The Hot Spot”. To date she has edited twenty-six erotic anthologies. She lives with her husband and children and a host of animals in a cosy cottage in the lush English countryside.

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  Contents

  INTRODUCTION Barbara Cardy

  WINDOW ON LUST Sara, Sheffield

  ZIPPY’S FIRST DESCENT Stephanie, Wiltshire

  LA VIEILLE FEMME Brian, Stittsville

  SHARING MY WIFE THE BACK WAY Martin, Hertfordshire

  GETTING THE JOB Kitty, Los Angeles

  BEDSIDE MANNERS Steve, Bayswater

  TOP OF THE CHARTS Nick, Costa Mesa

  JOYS OF WATER SPORTS Peter, London

  TASTING HIM Jessica, Los Angeles

  ON THE BEACH Sasha, Essex

  HAND PUPPET Angela, Los Angeles

  CLEANING DAY Suzy, Baltimore

  HOTEL RENDEZVOUS Jessica, Cleveland

  GOOD BUDDIES Larry, Hod Hasharon

  SECRET MISTRESS Lilith, Toronto

  GETTING A HOT RECEPTION Sophie, Darlington

  SHAMELESS Steve, Australia

  THE IRISHMAN Mariah, Bellvue

  P FOR PANTIES Poulose, Boxboro

  CONFESSIONS OF A SEX THERAPIST Pricilla, USA

  A WEEKEND WITH JOYCE Antonia, Illinois

  SHE, HER MOTHER AND ME Peter, Dorset

  WILD URGES Roxanne, Michigan

  THE ULTIMATE DATE Mandy, County Durham

  KOREAN OPPORTUNITY Ken, Toronto

  ABOUT WET NURSING Della, USA

  STUDENT BAWDY Jarrett, Lawrence

  MY LESBIAN SEX CONFESSION Teresa, Stoke-on-Trent

  FIRST PERSON, SUBMISSIVE Amanda, Ottawa

  WIFE SANDWICH Giselle, Scarborough

  TRAVELLING NORTH Sandra, London

  LAWN SERVICE Roxanne, Flint

  BOTTOM MARKS Jenni, London

  MOUNTAIN STREAM Gerard, Halifax

  IN THE KITCHEN Michelle, Oxford

  SKIRT Anna, USA

  TIME FOR A CHANGE Richard, Melbourne

  IN HIS HANDS Mary, Plymouth

  MY MOTHER’S FIANCÉ Selena, USA

  JUST DESSERT Siobhan, Norfolk

  THE CHEEK OF THOSE GIRLS Derek, Calgary

  AN AFTERNOON DRINK Susannah, Bristol

  WITH A TWIST Amber, Lancaster

  NOT-SO-FOREIGN EXCHANGE Melvin, Lincoln

  BEST OF BOTH WORLDS Ava, Ipswich

  BLOND BEAUTY Karen, Blackburn

  VILE SEDUCER Simon, San Francisco

  BONFIRE NIGHT Alisha, Edmonton

  CHANGING BOUNDARIES Rowan, Johannesburg

>   HUBBY’S BIRTHDAY TREAT Susy, Buckinghamshire

  PAPERBACK RIDER Karl, Alabama

  FLICKING THROUGH THE PAGES Louise, Swansea

  HARD WORKER Kyle, Bellmead

  GOLDEN GIRL Tim, Burlington

  IN THE DEEP DARK Sabina, Oakland

  MY GUILTY, HOPELESS SECRET Leanne, Stockport

  TEAMING UP Malcolm, Sioux Falls

  TIRED OF BEING A VIRGIN Joe, Wheat Ridge

  SURPRISE ATTACK Rebecca, Stockton-on-Tees

  ANONYMOUS Siobhan, Manchester

  SATURDAY, 5.30 A.M. Giselle, Canada

  FOR GOD’S SAKE DON’T TELL MY WIFE Robert, Wirral

  SHE COMES IN COLOURS Simon, Brisbane

  TENANCY AGREEMENT Dave, Watford

  MILKING MY LOVER James, Oxford

  IT’S ALL IN THE TIMING Steve, Clifton

  STOREROOM ANTICS Lisa, Huddersfield

  JUST DESERTS Mrs Jones, Colchester

  ROCK HARD FOR ED Nels, Cleath

  THE SWEET SMELL OF SUCCESS Chrissy, Newcastle

  KIDNAPPED Katherine, London

  A SLAVE’S CONFESSION Alexander, Horsham

  THE OPERA Jane, Queensland

  DAGGERS Angie, Wilmington

  AFTERNOON ANAL SURPRISE Eric, Ithaca

  A WALK IN THE PARK Seth, Cornwall

  COLLEGE REUNION Liza, Denver

  TIA MARIA Paul, Madrid

  A TATTOO FOR JOHN Melissa, Perth

  NO ONE HAS TO KNOW Anon.

  PEEP SHOW D.D., Queensland

  THE ADRENALINE MOMENT Jonathan, Centennial

  LOUNGE SWEET Chris, South Australia

  FRIDAY NIGHT SPICE Jane, Powell River

  SEDUCING MY DAUGHTER’S GIRLFRIEND Isabelle, Chicago

  THE ARCADE Corinne, Seattle

  FORBIDDEN FANTASY Lynne, Eindhoven

  FITTING ROOM Greg, Cleveland

  TEMPER TANTRUM Charlotte, Stittsville

  OPEN BORDERS Alex, Bridgend

  PARKING TICKET Eva, Sydney

  SERVICE CALL Tony, South Australia

  STRAWBERRY YOGHURT Laura, Worcestershire

  BUSINESS SEALED Liz, Edmonton

  CONVENIENCE Amaris, Dunsborough

  FUCK MY WIFE, PLEASE! R.C., Danville

  SUMMER OF ’69 Tony, Leicester

  I CAN HAVE ANY WOMAN I WANT Bob, Llandudno

  BRINGING EDDIE’S LUNCH Jess, Mishawaka

  CAROLINE’S BLACK AND BLUE BOTTOM Michael, San Diego

  IN PLAIN SIGHT M.G., Enfield

  THE MODEL Peter, London

  COCKSUCKER Drew, Winston-Salem

  PAINFUL PLEASURES Debra, Doncaster

  THE WASP VICTORY Carmel, Hove

  THE SECRET TO A CLEAN HOME Di, Barnsley

  MOTHER AND DAUGHTER Alex, Wales

  CREAM AND PUNISHMENT Clarabelle, Winnipeg

  YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT Kathleen, Liverpool

  Introduction

  Barbara Cardy

  It was an absolute thrill – in every sense – to put this book together and I sincerely thank everyone who took the time to send me their erotic confessions. I had to be ruthless to whittle it down to finally present you with this collection of well over 100 of them. Some will make you laugh, some will lift your brow, some you will find downright outrageous, but all unfailingly arousing.

  I have deliberately not ordered them into categories to seduce you into each confession with an open mind, perhaps into genres previously overlooked.

  Whatever your kink you will find it here from a good old-fashioned spanking to bondage, from solo to foursomes, from water sports to . . . well, I will leave that for you to find out. Let’s just say that there are oodles of wonderful smutty themes!

  WINDOW ON LUST

  Sara, Sheffield

  The story I’d like to tell you about took place on my honeymoon, and even though it all happened six years ago, I still get incredibly excited when I think about it now.

  Because neither my husband, Mark, nor I have got much in the way of close family to speak of, we decided to go off to Las Vegas to get married, just the two of us. We planned on the full works, with an Elvis lookalike performing the ceremony and a couple of people pulled in off the street to be our witnesses. We booked into a suite in one of the plushest hotels on the Strip, so we could spend time in the casinos and take in one of the shows. Mark even suggested that we visit one of the lap-dancing clubs there, so we could really find out why the town was known as Sin City.

  As it was, we had our moment of sweet sin without ever setting foot in a strip joint. Our suite was on the seventeenth floor of the hotel, and when we arrived we couldn’t believe the view we had. It was night time, when the place really comes alive, and we stood looking out of the window, over the dazzling expanse of neon night below, and wondering what adventures we might be about to have.

  The following afternoon, we got back to the bedroom after the wedding, giggly and high with excitement. Mark had ordered a bottle of champagne, which was waiting for us in an ice bucket, and he popped the cork as I stood admiring the view of Vegas, spread out so far below us.

  “It’s beautiful,” I said, taking a glass of champagne from him as he came to stand behind me.

  “And so are you, Mrs Smith,” he said, pulling me into his arms and kissing me. “Especially with confetti in your hair.”

  His hands moved lower, caressing my breasts through my clothing. I could feel his cock starting to stiffen and press against my buttocks, and I knew how much he wanted me. I was getting horny for him, too, so I didn’t object when he began to unzip the short cream lace dress I had worn for the ceremony, letting it fall to the ground so I stood there in my skimpy and ultra-sexy bridal lingerie.

  My nipples peaked as he rolled them between his fingers, and I reached behind me to unzip his trousers and free his cock, then stroked the thick column of flesh to full hardness.

  “Take me to bed, Mr Smith,” I murmured.

  “No, let’s stay where we are,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to fuck you up against a window and, after all, it’s not like anyone can see us all the way up here, can they?”

  It sounded like a deliciously kinky idea, and I didn’t object as he shuffled me forwards until my palms were pressing against the triple glazing. I have a good head for heights, and I stood there, gazing down, as Mark stripped me out of my bra and panties, leaving me in nothing but my wispy flesh-coloured stockings, suspender belt and three-inch heels. His hands were all over my body, squeezing my breasts together before delving between my legs to play with my juicy pussy. My clit pulsed, eager for his attention, and when he began to gently bite my neck, I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensation. When I opened them again, I couldn’t believe it – I was staring straight at a man who stood on a window-cleaning cradle, looking right at me.

  “What the –?” I exclaimed, never expecting that someone would be riding up and down the side of the building. “Mark, stop it! We’ve got an audience.”

  To my disbelief, my brand-new husband just carried on with what he was doing. “Come on, Sara. The bloke obviously wants a show. Let’s give him one.”

  He had to be joking, I thought, but no. One of Mark’s hands went back to my tits while he used the other to frig me. The window cleaner, who could only have been in his early twenties, with bleached-blond hair and a muscly body beneath the faded dungarees which appeared to be all he was wearing, just stood there with a sly smile on his face, enjoying the sight of me being so brazenly played with. The fact that I was practically naked while my husband was still in his wedding suit made the whole thing look that little bit more dirty, and despite my initial reluctance I suddenly found myself becoming really turned on at the thought of being fucked in front of this stranger.

  I almost wished we could open the window between us, so our new friend could offer encouragement, or suggestions about what he’d like to see Mark do to me. Perhaps he could even reach inside, to pinch my hard nipple or even stroke my pussy and discover jus
t how wet I was.

  And then Mark was bending me forward, spreading my legs apart so he had better access to my cunt. Normally, he would spend a long time touching and teasing me, making sure I was ready to take his cock, but today we were in too much of a hurry for that and, anyway, the juices which were flooding my pussy showed I was more than ready.

  As Mark’s solid length began to slide into me, I saw that the window cleaner had got his own cock out and was stroking it as he watched us. It looked huge, with a red, swollen head which kept emerging from the tunnel formed by his fingers. I couldn’t take my eyes off it and, as Mark began to plough into me with fast, fierce strokes, I snaked a finger down to my clit and began to rub myself, imagining what it would feel like to be filled by that monster.

  All too soon, Mark’s movements started to become jerkier, and I knew he was shooting his load inside me. I cried out and gave in to an orgasm so powerful it left my knees shaking as Mark sagged against my panting, sweating body. And then the window cleaner was coming, too, his white spunk spattering against the glass in tribute to us.

  By the time Mark and I had recovered, the cradle had moved down to the next floor and the man was gone. We took the rest of the champagne into the bathroom and had a bath together, playing with each other under the water as we talked about the incredible experience we’d just had.

  I don’t know if there’s anyone else who has had the first fuck of their married life in front of an audience, but if they have, I hope they enjoyed it just as much as we did.

  ZIPPY’S FIRST DESCENT

  Stephanie, Wiltshire

  Just looking at the dress in the shop window made me feel horny. It still comes out with me on special dates, particularly if I think I may wish to allow the guy quick and easy access to my flesh. Made from a charcoal grey linen fabric, it has a long zip that runs all the way down the front. A small silver budgie ring hangs from below the V-neck, a budgie ring that begs to be pulled downwards. I even gave the dress a nickname, Zippy.

  At the time I was teaching at a comprehensive school in a large market town. There was a fairly large group of us who liked to meet after work on a Friday for a drink, a good old gossip and some outrageous flirting. It was an ideal time to give Zippy her first outing. As I approached the pub entrance I lowered the budgie ring a few inches. A downward glance confirmed it was sufficiently low to let the men know I was wearing a push-’em-high bra. The man I ended up having sex with that evening was Ronan. He worked in the technology department and he spoke with a lovely gentle Irish accent. He was not the most muscular guy you would want between your legs, but he kept himself fit by playing squash and his skin was almost as soft as a teenage girl’s. Needless to say I found him attractive and sometimes fantasized about him when there was no man in my bed to satisfy my needs.