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.

I'd joined a gym to get trim for the summer, I wasn't overweight, but I wanted to shed a couple of pounds and get myself sexy again for the summer. If I'd known what was going to happen, I'd have joined months before...

Jenny was married to a completely incompetent lover who could not figure out how to make a woman happy. She decided to make him into a better lover by using a magic potion to turn him into a girl for a week.

This is the story of the first time I got with a guy. I’ve been thinking of writing it down for some time, and I hope you enjoy it. I think it’s pretty horny anyway! First, a bit about me. I’m 26 years old and living with my long term girlfriend. No talk of marriage yet, but it’s on the cards. I’m pretty much heterosexual, but I’ve always had curiosity, urges even, to experiment with another guy in bed.

Caroline Knight finished laying out the trays of the Moroccan takeaway on the coffee table that stood in the angle between the sofa and an easy chair, just as Lorna rang the doorbell. She picked up the bottle of wine from the table and skipped to the front door. She flung it open and theatrically flinging wide her arms shouted her usual greeting, with Lorna making her customary responses with matching extravagance.

Katharine and I decided to have a girls' night in as she'd just recently split up with her boyfriend. We thought pizza and wine (lots of wine) would help forget that miserable boyfriend of hers, and I was always up for a good gossip.

I sighed at my reflection. Baggy grey faded knickers from M&S and an old white Wonderbra that was far too big for me. I desperately needed new underwear, and being recently dumped gave me a perfect excuse.

It was my best friend Nastasha's 21st birthday and I was dressed to kill. With my tight fitting jeans hugging my slender hips and my low cut black halter exposing just a peek of my tan breasts, I was ready for a night of fun.

My name is Jenny and I'm a secondary school teacher, and we were all away for the obligatory annual residential trip - a week in the Brecon Beacons. Some of the older staff moan about having to go, but at twenty seven I'm still young and idealistic enough to get into the spirit of things and enjoy watching the kids learn new experiences. But after seven gruelling hours getting bitten, scratched, wet and filthy in the forest, both my colleague Becky and I couldn't wait to get back to base and the room we were sharing. Especially since we were off the rota this evening and could have a few hours to ourselves.

The stiff cardboard was embossed with letters so subtle as to require me to tilt it in the light to be able to read the words etched on its surface.
“The Frisson Ball: for sexual adventurers, libertines and deviants”
I smiled wryly to myself. It would be safe to say that I fitted into all three categories – but then, if the invitation had come from the person I suspected, they already knew that. As I typed in the ‘private’ web address on the invitation and read about the delights on offer, my cock swelled in anticipation. This was one party I had no intention of missing.

The growth of bi-curious and bi-sexual woman wanting to enjoy the pleasures that only another woman can give has meant that there are now many more women out there wishing to enjoy the pleasures of Sappho.  Many women find this to be a very sexually liberating and exciting experience, but wish to participate with other females without being under the watchful eyes of voyeuristic men. In the past this has proven difficult, as even though some swingers clubs have provided ladies only rooms these are still located within mixed sex clubs and it can be very male dominated with high volumes of men attending.

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She'd never done anything like this before though it had long been her favourite fantasy. She'd always wondered what other women would feel like, another female body against hers, breasts and cunts touching. The closest she'd ever come before was the occasional flirtation in internet chat rooms - she felt safe there in her anonymity, scared of actually acting out the fantasy. But now it was happening...

The room felt as though it was spinning as Cassie took my hand and led me into her bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled my hips toward her so that I was straddling her, sitting on her lap. I was still holding the rabbit, but she gently took it out of my hand and began kissing me on the mouth. I ran my hands over her body, quickly landing on her small, firm breasts. I could feel her erect nipples poking through the soft cotton of her shirt, and I eagerly began unbuttoning it so that I could run my tongue over her inviting skin. As I worked my fingers over her buttons, she leaned back, allowing me to take the lead. I continued to kiss her once I had opened her shirt completely, while my hands caressed her beautiful breasts and my hips unconciously began grinding into her. I had never felt so completely consumed by sex in my entire life.

She had the most amazing breasts you could ever imagine. Perfectly rounded, pink C-cups with little hard nipples that stuck out when she wore thin shirts. I had seen her naked once, I accidently walked in on her when she was showering and I'll never forget it. That image got me wet everytime I had sex, her wet dark hair, her shaven pussy and those gorgeous tits.

Drew padded quietly down the corridor of her University Hall of residence, trying not to wake anyone at this late time of night and this close to the exams. When she got to the door of her room she slipped off her shoes and carefully, slowly inserted her key into the lock and unlocked the door to her shared room. She pushed the door back slowly and silently entered so as not to wake Sandy, her roommate.

I saw her standing in the doorway of the new lingerie shop - my ex-girlfriend. She was still slim, sexy and blonde, still able to make my pussy ache with desire as she looked at me. "Hi darling', she said. She gave me that look that used to send electricity to my pussy. "You look great". She pulled me into the doorway. "Remember what we used to do?"