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.

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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?"

I'd been working as a maid at the hotel over the summer to earn money for university. It wasn't the most glamorous job in the world, but it was making my bank account look healthy again.

Back in those days I don't think I'd really acknowledged the fact that I was bisexual, despite the fact that I regularly thought about women in my frantic masturbation sessions. I guess I just thought it was something I'd never act on, but was just nice to think about. And wank over.

As she girated her shaven snatch in my face I had to stop and think that prior to this horny evening everybody had thought that I was a prim and proper girl.

I was in my first year at a university (which in the U.S would make me 18)…I was tired and just had gotten home from class. My roommate (and also my bet friend for the past 4 years) had been in the girl called Nicole’s room up the helping her study for a chemistry exam. I flopped down on my bed and opened my laptop computer to check my e-mail. I couldn’t help but look at my room mate (who I had been fantasizing about since I met her). She was gorgeous with shoulder-length black hair, black eyes, a thin hard body and nice small tits. She was Hispanic and absolutely exotic looking. So damn sexy.

She wasn't particularly beautiful. Hair long and dark and straight, eyes wide and dark, her lips kissable. I mean don’t get me wrong – I never intended to end up in bed with my friend’s girlfriend - but these things happen.

It was a baking hot afternoon in early August. For the past week the south of England had been enjoying a ridge of high pressure which showed no sign of moving and temperatures had soared way above the seasonal average, causing the grass to wilt and yellow, and stimulating the local insects into furious buzzing action. Around the ancient earthworks of the Iron Age hill-fort the air shimmered with the heat, the sun so fierce that this normally crowded beauty spot was almost deserted, even on a Sunday afternoon, when it was normally awash with dog-walkers and sightseers. Only a few hardy souls, for the most part dedicated mountain bikers, braved the unaccustomed heat.

It was a warm summers evening and Louise and I had just returned home from the fun fair where I'd won her a large teddy bear. We got back to her house and her flatmates were out so we were able to have some alone time for a couple of hours.

The date was July 5th and my friend Carla and I had just got back from College. It was the last day of term and as far as we were concerned, it was time to party! A couple of friends had planned to go out in the evening to the local pub and we were invited. On a couple of occasions we had declined the invitation to go out because we wanted each other so badly that we'd rather stay in and eat each other than go out. But on this occasion we promised we'd show our faces. No one else knew that we were an item which made our love life so much more adventurous; always sneaking around, not wanting to give away too many hints.

Rifling through my drawers, I decided it was time to buy new underwear. Although I had a large collection of silk, lace and leather lingerie, I was bored with what I had and keen to treat myself. Dressing quickly, I headed to the shops.

There is no name for a woman like me. Most people would prefer to keep me chained in their fantasies than admit there might be a real chance of meeting me in the street one day. Life has been good to me. I have it all - looks, money, university accolades, a great job, a top range sports car, and several penthouse apartments around the world. Some might say I'm a great catch, but those who know me would be more inclined to say that I'm the one who does the hunting. My sexual appetite is voracious. More importantly, there isn't a single woman in this world, lesbian, bisexual or simply curious, who can resist my charms. Love doesn't enter into the equation. I am not a romantic. What I crave and provide is the kind of breath-taking sex that can change a woman's outlook on life forever. This is what makes me dangerous. You can call me what you like, but to my friends, I'm simply Tanya.

Glancing up at the time, I saw it was time to start getting ready. He would be here in a relatively short time. So, smoothing down the corner of the page into a crease I closed the book, and sighing, slowly placed it on the low coffee table.

The water felt fresh and cold against her skin, and the strong smell of chlorine filled her mouth and nose. Amy swam breaststroke up and down the short pool, letting the sticky heat of the day wash off. After nineteen energetic laps she relaxed, and turned onto her back for the final length. It was late, and the pool was empty. Through the steamy glass roof of the exclusive leisure centre, she could just make out the first stars. The pool felt rather like a huge personal floatation tank, she thought. She was glad to be alone. Her little blue bikini felt uncomfortably tight and revealing, but the empty open water felt liberating.