The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (40 page)

“Are you OK? I didn’t mean to spook your horse, but I suddenly heard this thudding behind me and thought I was about to be trampled.”

I realized that the “bush” was actually a soldier obviously on some sort of exercise.

“I’m fine, I think,” I gasped, still fighting for breath after being winded. “Where’s Copper?”

“He’s over there eating some grass,” he said.

“What’s going on?” I asked. “They always put a warning sign on the moor gate when there’s an exercise on.”

“They must have missed that gate. Are you sure you’re OK, would you like to lie down for a bit? Here, rest your head on this,” he said as he took off his combat jacket.

Even though I was still having trouble breathing I managed to notice that his body was quite well toned as he took the jacket off and bent over me to put it under my head.

He sat down beside me and took off his helmet, which was covered in leaves and other bits of greenery.

“At least you look human now,” I said, as much to hide my embarrassment as anything else as he was quite attractive and I could feel myself blushing.

“I think you should take your hat off,” he said. “You don’t look very comfortable.”

As I lifted my hands to take it off, he suddenly bent over me and loosened the strap. As his hand brushed against my cheek I felt a shiver run through me.

He carefully removed the hat from my head, but instead of sitting back he leaned over further and looked into my eyes. After a few seconds he moved further in and gently kissed me. I should have
been shocked and shoved him off, but it felt so good as his tongue moved into my mouth that I just opened my mouth and kissed him back.

I ran my hands over his back and felt the hard smoothness of his muscles, which were well defined and powerful. His hand settled on my breast and I felt myself gasp as my nipple hardened. He
played with the nipple between his fingers, pinching and pulling at it, which made my hips respond as the ripple of excitement spread through my body.

I lifted his T-shirt up and he opened my blouse. He took my bra off in a way that I knew he’d done that plenty of times before, but I was past caring. He kissed my tits and licked and
nipped the nipples with his teeth. My hand had crept down his body until I could feel his cock through his trousers. I massaged and kneaded it until his breathing became quick and he suddenly stood
up and took his trousers down. As I waited for him to take them off completely, I admired his well-toned body and the way his cock stood up proudly to attention. I felt my pussy clenching in
anticipation of that gorgeous cock fucking it.

He unbuttoned my jodhpurs and kissed and licked down my midriff as he pulled them and my knickers down. When he got to my pussy he licked quickly into me and I groaned and my hips bucked at the
sudden pleasure. Once he had taken off my jodhpurs completely he stood there looking down at me and I felt so wanton and dirty lying there in the grass totally naked with my legs spread open
waiting for his cock. He knelt down and opened up the lips of my pussy wider with one hand and with the other he stroked me up and down gently. “Please fuck me,” I begged, but instead
he pushed two fingers into my pussy and played with me. As he was fingering me, he licked and sucked at my clitoris. I was writhing with pleasure. “Oh, please fuck me!” I begged again,
more urgently this time.

“I am fucking you,” he said.

“No, with your cock. Fuck me with your cock!” I demanded.

I knew he wanted to – I’d been wanking his cock with my hands so I knew how hard it had become.

“I want you to suck me first,” he said, and moved round to the side of me so I could take his cock in my mouth.

I licked the end of his cock and it jumped in my hand. I slowly slid it into my mouth, playing with his balls with my hands. He gasped loudly and I started to move my mouth and tongue up and
down his hard cock. I squeezed his balls and dug my nails in slightly and felt him tense but at the same time gasp with pleasure. I lightly nipped his cock with my teeth and he groaned out
loud.

After a couple of minutes he suddenly pulled out of my mouth and said, “Now I’m going to fuck you,” and drove his cock hard into my cunt. I screamed with pleasure at the sudden
invasion and the wave of excitement that shook my body. As he drove his cock into me, I reached down and held onto his thighs. I could feel the muscles tense as he worked on fucking me. He had very
powerful thighs and I felt even more excited when I realized the power that was behind his cock as it was driving in and out of my cunt.

Suddenly my whole body tingled and my cunt was clenching as I came. I think I screamed – I can’t really remember as the orgasm was so good!

After a few minutes he slid out of me and said, “My name’s Kev, by the way, just in case you were wondering.”

“I can’t say I’d really thought about it,” I said. “But it’s nice to meet you, I’m Rebecca.”

“How about getting together later? A few of the lads and their partners are having a drink at the Fox Covert. I would quite like to fuck you again and maybe even get to know you
too,” he said with a grin.

“OK, I’ve nothing else to do later and I wouldn’t mind another shag like that – once I’ve got over this one, that is!” I replied feeling my pussy clench again
at the memory of that gorgeous cock thrusting in and out of it.

As I was slowly riding Copper back to his stable I was even more pleased that Janet couldn’t be bothered to come that day. And now I have a great sex life, which I know I wouldn’t
have if she’d been there. All in all, even though I’d been really fed up with her for cancelling on me at first, she’d actually done me a huge favour!

Siobhan, Manchester

I suppose I should tell someone about it. My little secret, that is. It makes me feel cheap each time I do it, but nobody will ever know it’s me, I guess. And even though
I feel cheap, I do enjoy it, and I know I’ll keep on doing it, despite the risks. It’s very simple. I like to have anonymous sex.

I can be a dirty bitch when I feel like it, and usually I can’t control when I feel like it or when I don’t. I just know I have to have it, and for a few days afterwards I’m
OK. But sure enough, before too long has passed, I get the urge again, and I don’t stop until I get it.

Don’t get me wrong – I don’t just want to get fucked. I like pretty much everything, the kinkier the better. I don’t mean animals or kids or scat, but there’s not
much else I haven’t tried or won’t try, to the extent that a plain and simple marital fuck just bores me. I still do it with my hubby, but it’s very routine and mechanical. But
how could I tell him what I need without risking giving the game away or losing my nice, comfortable home?

The first time was at a party at our house. I’d been having lurid dreams for weeks. Well, more fantasies than dreams, and in every one I’d imagine this man, just his body, he never
had or needed a face though often I’d imagine the back of his head bobbing as he stuck his mouth between my legs and speared me with his tongue. I’d get the itch and have to nip to the
loo to satisfy the craving with my fingers while hubby watched
Match of the Day
on telly.

Then we had the party, for my birthday. We invited mainly friends but a few brought their friends that we’d never met before. One of them – God, I can’t even remember his name
now – kept eyeing me up then looking away when I saw him, and it gave me the hots. Not for him particularly, just the hots, so much so I was itching for relief as usual. But there was a
steady stream of people using both bathrooms so I sneaked out into the garden, round the back of the shed. It was already getting a bit dark so it was easy to disappear for the few minutes
I’d need. Except that the guy with the eyes must have seen me go, and a few minutes after I’d started he appeared silently around the corner, his eyes immediately darting to where my
hand was busy pressing into my crotch through my party dress. I was shocked, to be sure, but there was something about the situation, assisted by the wine I’d had, that prevented me from
stopping. I watched him watching me, and it was like I was full of molten liquid and that taking my hand away would somehow drain it from me.

He stood right in front of me and put his hands on my breasts, both of them, while I carried on below. When I didn’t object he pulled the straps of my dress down and pulled my boobs free.
I remember feeling like my nipples were going to explode in that night air. He bent and sucked them, one after the other, and his hand covered mine and pressed. I think I do myself better than
anyone else with my fingers, but I let it pass and pushed back against his hand. More to show I was a girl of the world than anything else, I reached out my left hand and unzipped him, and I still
can’t remember why I did that, but he didn’t complain. He was so hard. Then he was pulling up my skirt and pushing aside my panties and trying to push into me, and it all got very
clumsy. I turned him round so he had his back to the wall and I held him, wanking his prick with my right hand and doing myself with my left. He tried to push my head down but I shook my head and
he looked so pathetic. Instead I raised myself on tiptoe and he bent his knees and I slid him into me. It wasn’t a great fuck in itself, but it was bloody exciting because it was so
dangerous. I mean, we could hear the music and conversations inside the house.

He was humping me and I was humping him and I knew he was going to come, so I got off him and finished him with my hand. Dangerous or not, I was feeling really dirty and didn’t try to
avoid it when he spurted out all over my dress. Afterwards he just wanted to be away, so I said he should go back to the party and I quickly finished myself off after he’d gone, his semen
still coating my fingers.

He’d gone when I got back inside. Then my friend Sue came across and said I’d got something on my dress. I looked and it was his come, but she said someone must have spilled
something on me, and she took me to the kitchen and wiped it off, at the same time trying to imagine what it was in case it stained. I could have told her and she’d have been disgusted with
me.

I did a lot of thinking after that. When I sobered up the next morning I felt mortified. But it didn’t stop my roving fingers when I had a shower, and that set me thinking about what had
got me so worked up. Certainly the fact we didn’t know each other helped, and the cheapness of the whole thing, too. I knew then I ached for more.

Since then I’ve been felt up on the London tube trains, flashed at and rubbed a few trouser fronts in crowds. I’m totally brazen when I get in one of my moods. We had a guy in to fit
some electrical sockets last year. He arrived and showed me his identity card but I deliberately didn’t look at it because I had been in that mood all morning and I deliberately didn’t
want to know his name. That’s always important to me. I knew he was coming during the morning – hubby kept reminding me to make sure I was going to be in (if only he knew) – and
I’d been in the shower when he left for work. After he’d driven off, I dried myself and dressed in what I imagined the sparky would like, namely skimpy black underwear, stockings,
suspenders and high heels, and I slipped a short dress on over it – not too short because I didn’t want to appear too brazen just yet, but short enough so that if I was accidentally on
purpose careless how I bent over or sat down he’d be in no doubt.

I was only just ready when he rang the doorbell. I invited him in and I thought I could sense him eyeing up my arse and legs as I led the way through to the kitchen where we wanted the extra
sockets. I showed him then asked if he wanted a coffee. He did. And then he got down to work and was concentrating so much he didn’t pay me much attention at all. Well, what could a girl do?
Easy, though I doubt you’ll believe what I did next. I pulled off my dress over my head, that’s what I did, quietly so he didn’t notice. Then I sat on the worktop and carried on
chatting to him as he worked. I nearly laughed because he hadn’t realized I was there to be had, only covered by a few scraps of black silk. But he did turn round eventually and his face was
a picture. I just smiled at him as he stammered and asked what I was doing.

“Fucking the electricity man,” I told him. That got his attention all right.

I stood up as he watched and went to him, ruffling his hair and pulling his head down to my boobs. I managed to get him turned round – I like doing that – until he was half sitting
against the worktop, and I squatted down and unzipped him. He was nearly fully hard by the time I got it out and completed the job when I sucked him into my mouth, not using my hands at all. I made
better use of them to unfasten my bra and drop it; then I slipped my panties aside and slid my fingers right up myself. Personally, I prefer to rub around my clitoris but men seemed to like it when
girls push their fingers right in so I did that, making wet sloshing noises with them.

I kept at him, even when he tried to pull me up so he could fuck me. He even had the nerve to complain that I’d told him we were going to fuck and we weren’t, but I was too busy
being a cock-sucking whore. I kept at him till he gave up and held my head still, jerking his hips like he was fucking my mouth, just using me. He shouted out and spurted right into my mouth and I
swallowed it all. Afterwards I just walked out and went upstairs, where I locked myself in my room with my fingers until he’d finished and left.

Sometimes you have to share things for them to have any real meaning, especially naughty things. It makes them feel extra naughty if you tell someone else.

Giselle, Canada

I’m sleeping with a married man. There. I had to get that off my chest. You’ll understand, I’m sure, if I don’t tell you his name. After all, he could
be someone you know. Or you may know his wife or his kids. I wouldn’t want word to get back to them. And just because he’s cheating doesn’t mean he’s a bad man. He
isn’t bad, he simply has needs. We all do.

So, what’s it like? Well, last Saturday was a perfect example. At 5:30 in the morning, I heard his key in my door. That smooth metallic noise wakes me every time. It’s better than an
alarm clock. I had been looking forward to seeing him all week. I look forward to it every week.