She was a pretty one. Only 5'3. I was 5'5, barely dominating her petite body with mine. When I saw her gorgeous long blond hair I knew I wanted her. We were friends for a while before I finally admitted that I thought that I was bi. I knew how I felt about girls, and guys. I had never been with a girl but I had always fantasized about it. I never knew my first time would be this good.

I always find it difficult to concentrate on work on Fridays, and on this one it was particularly hard. I hadn't had a good seeing-to for weeks, and tonight I was on a promise. Alright, Gordon wasn't the most exciting man in the world, but I knew he was gagging for it, and by now, so was I. We'd arranged to meet for an early evening drink, and I was hoping it wouldn't be too late in the evening before we were in bed - I certainly didn't want to waste too much time in chatting.

I was into exercise, my neighbourhood was new and I was exploring My husband had lived in the neighbourhood before which was the appeal for him, to me it was all new. My solace was running, I had a fine body which I like to keep trimmed and toned and it was a way for me to explore the suburb and parklands.

I was into exercise, my neighbourhood was new and I was exploring My husband had lived in the neighbourhood before which was the appeal for him, to me it was all new.
My solace was running, I had a fine body which I like to keep trimmed and toned and it was a way for me to explore the suburb and parklands.

My husband Paul had often talked about his fantasy of having a threesome with another girl but I was kinda too shy to tell him that I often masturbated over the same fantasy whilst alone in my room when he was working nights...

The knot in my shoulder was getting so uncomfortable that I decided to treat myself to an aromatherapy massge at my local spa. I walked in and gave my name and sat at reception waiting for my therapist to appear. As she appeared and introduces herself I was instantly attracted to her and all I could think was how was I going to control myself having this beautiful woman slathering me in oils and rubbing me all over.

It’s half one in the morning and I can’t sleep. All I can think about is Her. I saw Her today, and it nearly drove me mad. The way she just flirts with blokes, it’s so annoying. She just throws herself at them, not thinking about how it makes others feel. She wears tight tops to show off Her perfectly round breasts, low enough to see 6 inches of cleavage. When She gets cold, you can see goose bumps on Her delicate soft skin. Her short skirts show off Her lithe legs, so slender and sexy.

Hannah’s mind raced as she and Louise took the slow walk back to her home. She couldn’t believe what had already taken place that night. The looks between them filled with a raging fire, the slight touches as they moved around each other that sent shivers all over the body. She just wanted to grab Louise and kiss her there and then, she didn’t care who would see, who would know. All that mattered was that she had her, could touch her and hold her so close against her own body.

Jo had been curious about sex with another woman for a while. During her last massage Sally had more than once just gently touched the side of her tits and Jo had felt the start of arousal. She’d wondered at the time whether to ask, “Do you want me to turn over onto my back ?” but had lacked the courage. Later she’d fantasised about how good a tit massage would feel and how she’d enjoy masturbating while Sally watched .....

Miss S wore clothes that managed to flow around her in a rush of textures and colors, which always attracted your eye and led it to explore the curve of her shoulders, her waist and the soft bump of her breasts. Her smile was dazzling and never reached her eyes so it seemed she had something to hide: beneath her beauty she was terribly shy. Her petite body made her my little fairy. I was under her spell.

She was walking quickly down the street, it was raining and she’d forgotten her umbrella. Today she just didn’t want to get wet. She’d just had a phone call that she wasn’t expecting - her boyfriend had left her for another woman. She just wanted to get to her friend's house so she could have a good chat, she was thinking about what her friend would say as she reached the front door, she let herself in, as usual. She called ‘hello’ as she walked in, but today there was no answer. She did not see this as strange so she walked through to the back of the house and knocked on the bathroom door. There was still no answer, so she quietly sat down, on the sofa, thinking about the day she’d had so far.

Ah, Sundays... my only day of rest. I've just been to an early brunch with Jack, hashing out our predictions for the Giants/Eagles football game tonight. I love watching divisional rivals battle for glory on the field, brutally attempting to crush each other's bones to vie for the coveted brown ball. The adrenaline, the way it stimulates me, overwhelming my attention... football is one of the ultimate aphrodisiacs for me.

We sat down and finished the champagne, courage fortified I suggested she spend the night. She agreed instantly and we headed to my bed. I knew she liked her breasts caressed and her neck licked and the same time. I tried to recreate the feel of eight years ago, but it did not seem right. She however did it to me and I had a long over due orgasm, the only recent one I had had was over a girl at the pool who I later discovered was only 15. She and I rolled together and started rubbing clits together. I moved round so that our pussy lips were kissing as we kissed each others’ feet. This was the most pleasant feel I have ever had. We both took a long time to build up a head of steam, but we must have been rolling our hips and rubbing clits for 10 minutes when we finally came. Sharon started crying as this was her first sex in a long time, and also one she later admitted later to having craved in her dreams.

One night it was a gay night. The younger class members were more open to it than I would have been at that age. I went along and we had a good drink and dance. I danced with guys and girls equally and was pooped at the end. When it came to the last dance, one of the girls called Susan. She is 18, doe eyed, beyond shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, 5’9 tall and an ex ballerina. She would probably have made it had she not been that tall. While dancing in the darkened hall, we exchanged a few kisses. You can imagine my surprise when her hands lingered longer on my breasts, but I let it go.

I had recently split with my boyfriend and was desperately trying to find new things to do to take my mind off it. I decided to book a holiday to the Caribbean. Sun, sea and, well, possibly some sex, who knew? Lately my finger and rampant rabbit had been having a bit too much exercise and so the thought of having sex with someone else rather than just imagining I was with someone else was highly appealing.

I met her walking. She asked me for directions as we fell in step together she asked me if I was on my own? I replied I definitely was as I had just split up with my partner and this was my first time out as a single. She sparkled with chemistry as her eyes lingered down my body. ‘This is my first Australia day in Canberra can I join you?’ We picnicked together, blankets and esky’s entwined in the shade under the trees, as we looked out to the lake watching the fireworks. We shared wine bread and cheese; she had olive oil, tomatoes and cucumbers, I, desert of chocolate and fruit.

Chloe couldn't believe that her flight had been delayed. It was bad enough to have to be at the airport hours before the flight, but to wait another 90 minutes was plain irritating. "Oh well, I may as well hit the shops," she thought, as if she hadn't done enough shopping whilst she was in New York. Her new Bloomingdales medium brown bag containing the last items that refused to fit in her suitcase was certainly testament to that, but as it was snowing outside the airport, and she had little else to do, she made her way to the duty free shops to try on perfume.

Shall I make a confession? Sometimes...ok, a lot of times, when I come home from work, I like to unwind with my laptop, a good glass of vino and my imagination. I might read a sexy story or I might browse the web for pictures I love.

I think I have always understood what men find sexy in certain women – some have a sensual softness and allure, others a raw sexuality. While I very much crave, and have to have, a hard, smooth rigid cock, I have always been intrigued and turned on by women. I suppose because of this, and because I am a very sexual person, I tune into other peoples desires. Maybe I have also wanted to be someone’s fantasy. Maybe I was hers.

Jane and I have known each other for a long time. We went to the same high school as well as the local university. We were both in the high school band and yearbook committees. We have both drifted into the local art scene with various side jobs to keep us living.