People generally assume that if you’re experiencing feelings of lust for someone other than your partner that you must be either a bad person or someone in an unhappy relationship. However, what people don’t always understand is that whilst you may love someone, this does not mean that they will necessarily fulfil each and every aspect of your desires and longings, which can leave your sexual needs unsatisfied. I suppose you could say that this depicts my situation, though it isn’t really my boyfriend’s fault – as a young, lusty 21-year-old with double D breasts and a love for dirty fantasies and kinky fucking, you could very well say that I am almost insatiable. It barely seems fair to say that my poor boyfriend can’t keep up with me, though I had never considered cheating on him – that is, until I met Robert…

One thing you ought to know about me is that, in a sense, my life is a double act. By day I am the admirable student: academic, articulate and an able member of our prestigious church choir. But at night, on the other hand, I become a filthy sex kitten, loving nothing more than a night of hot, sweaty grinding on the dance floor pressed up against a raging hard-on in a club, and what better way to follow this than several hours of rampant fucking? Whilst Tom, the guy I live with, loves me and does his best to satisfy me, his idea of a fun night has recently been a DVD and couple of cans on the sofa – needless to say, our sex life has dwindled over the past months. I have no shame in admitting that I now spend several nights of the week satisfying myself, stroking my moist pussy into a frenzy whilst I fantasise over indiscriminate hard dicks and big, juicy tits with erect nipples. These adulterous thoughts were mostly random at first, although it did not take long until I found someone real to fantasise over, and someone from a most surprising source, too!

Everyone at church was disappointed to hear of the retirement of our organist and choirmaster, as he had been with us for so long and was endowed with such exceptional talent that I, along with everyone else, thought that he would be irreplaceable. When his replacement Robert arrived, I admit that he did little to change my preconceptions; he was young (around 27, which is practically infantile in comparison to his elderly predecessor), though rather than appealing to me, his youth just made me scorn his inexperience. This, along with his glasses, sandy hair and slightly awkward mannerisms utterly disappointed me, as I confess that it had entered my mind that our new master could potentially have been a sexy, hot guy (just to look at, of course!). I supposed that he seemed a good enough teacher, and I admit that I was quite surprised at how this slightly nerdy young man could command the respect of the choir so easily, but he was still a bit of a drip and, in my naïve mind, far beneath my notice. How wrong I was!

We usually perform twice on a