Ever since I was young I had always known there was something different about me. When my friends started dating boys, I knew it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted them especially my best friend, Nicola.

I've wondered for ages what it would be like to fuck another woman and be fucked in return. Lately those feelings have got stronger and I've decided not to waste any more of life's rich experiences wondering.

The Tuesday started like hundreds of others at the art centre where I worked as a model. I breezed in through the main door, walked down the corridor and into the office.

"We're never going to get this finished," Kate moaned to Sam as they spent another night in the office working on their report.

"All we need to do is relax. I think Mr Richards has a bottle in his office," Sam replied with a cheeky grin.

As Sam stood up and walked over to the door of the large office, Kate watched her curvaceous body move with the rythm of her walk. Sam's arse looked so firm in that little black mini-skirt, Kate longed to tell her how she was feeling, how she imagined her in her bed instead of Stephan; how everytime she had sex with Stephan shed picture Sam's body naked in front of her. But she knew she couldn't, so instead she followed her into the dark office.

We pull into the shadowy parking lot in some corner of Los Angeles. I look around the deserted area, wondering where exactly we are, only half caring. Most strip clubs in L.A. are located in tucked away corners like this one.

She’s here. I can feel her. I can smell her. The musky earth smell that is just like my own coupled with the sweet residual from the conditioner she uses. When I breathe in it is her I can taste, pushing roughly to the back of my throat invading my lungs and intoxicating my brain.

Two weeks ago, I went to visit my fiance. When I walked in I caught him with another woman. I ran out, crying, and the next day called him to say he was dumped. That Friday, I went out line dancing at a local club, determined to try to carry on with my life as normal - although I drank a little too much.

It’s my first night on holiday and to say that I am a little perturbed to be woken up during what feels like the middle of the night is an understatement. My feelings of anger quickly subside however when I look out over the balcony to see a beautiful woman being photographed in the pool. I can’t help but stare as she arches her back and pushes the most fantastic pair of breasts I have ever seen forward for the next few shots. When she emerges from the water I catch my breath as I have the pleasure of seeing the rest of her amazing body in full.

I have always had this fantasy about sex in the toilets. Not dirty sex, but exhilarating, naughty sex. It had to be in pubs or nightclub loos though. Somewhere where it is busy, likely to be cleaner than public toilets and, more chance of being noticed. So, you can imagine my surprise and delight, when my fantasy became reality.

Lisa had been working at the company for several years now and had got into a position of relative seniority. Her office was fairly small and the people there spent much of the time out on assignments leaving her quite often alone or maybe with the secretarial staff for company.

Its been two years now since my husband died, and while I still miss him, the grief has long since reduced to regret that he was taken from me so early. 31 is no age to be a widow, and finally I have come round to the fact that I've got to move on.

We finally arranged to meet one another after a lot of games and playing hard to get. We met at a packed bar, full of gay men and the odd lesbian here and there. We talked and talked, and the more we talked, the more I thought about her naked body writhing over mine.

I wanted to go over and say "Give yourself to me." But who says that? I just sat there and watched her from across the room and thought of her naked. Well, not quite naked. Not to start with.

The month I waited was a long one. Each night with my boyfriend I would fantasise about what had happened and I eventually told him the day before she was due back.

"You did what?" I thought he was going to explode, but slowly a smile crept on his face. I had always promised him a threesome but we always had trouble finding a female who was willing to oblige. I saw the movement between his legs as I described in detail the way I had run my tongue over her moist folds, pushing away her panties and snuffling deeper into that soft paradise.

It was Friday night. I had been waiting for this night for three whole weeks. It was Jasmine’s leaving party and I now had my chance to let her know that I yearned after her. I was nervous as hell but a swift shot of JD had helped a little.

I watch her as she stands there, her long blond hair flowing and swaying as she moves her hips to the music. She has a smile that is so virginal but when she turns and looks at me – stares, even - she sends pulsations through my body. She's tall and slim, a perfect ten. Her breasts are round and perfect - pert, very pert - and her skin looks so soft and inviting.

We met on the internet in some sleazy chatroom that afternoon we had just seemed to click. We decided to meet each other in a small coffee shop in the heart of the city.

I`ve three married daughters and five grandchildren. My husband is a workaholic who's more married to his job than me. He sleeps in a separate bedroom,and my sex life consist of a rub of my pussy when I'm in the bath. Last year at 60, I took redundancy but still see my friend Jackie every week when we usually go out shopping or for a meal.

Do you ever fancy people you don’t really like? It’s happened to me more than once. You meet a guy, he’s supercilious or arrogant or rude or crude. And all you can think of is, what a cute ass, or what sort of package is under those tight jeans. It’s often mouths that do it for me, a mouth with full, red lips, perhaps a wicked curve at the corners, maybe those little creases round the edges. Sometimes I despise myself for letting these guys behave the way they do, but I just can’t help it. Who said every woman loves a fascist?

It had started out as a joke but it had turned serious very quickly.It was her friends hen night and last day of freedom and the chosen venue for this debauched affair? A strip joint,fair enough you might think, but this wasnt full of naked gyrating men; it was full of naked gyrating women!