The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions
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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.