Lou had always known she was attracted to the same sex. She often would look at the pretty girls at college and wonder what it would be like to have them spread on her bed with their arms tied above their heads and there legs spread apart with handcuffs tying them down to the bedpost. As you can guess she also liked a bit of fetish. She had never done such things, but when she thought about them, her pussy would suddenly twitch and she'd get that same old feeling that she was already wet.

My fantasy came true on Saturday, when my close girlie friend and I went out in the car. She's gay and I'm bi. We parked up in a remote location, sitting very close when I stole a kiss. SShe then turned to me and we started a full on snogging sesh.

Charlotte had just finished Her A Levels and was looking forward to a summer without studying. She had nothing planned for the next three months before university. Charlotte was quite shy and didn't make friends easily which was why she was looking forward to her mother's childhood friend coming to stay for a week with her daughter, who was the same age as Charlotte. When she met Holly for the first time Charlotte was quietly pleased. She thought they could go shopping together or out at night to meet boys.

I'd had enough! Jim and I had argued too many times recently and I had decided I needed some fun. That's why I'd got the girls together and insisted they take me on a night out. It was also why I was now putting the finishing touches to my make up in front of my full length mirror. I could see myself reflected - cream leather mini-skirt, my new soft leather knee length boots and a stretchy vest top under which you could just make out my new satin plunge bra. I was ready to go and I was determined to enjoy myself.

Milli was 17, and lived with her mum and dad. Recently they had just moved to London because her dad had just been promoted. Milli had mixed feelings about this, she was happy because she had always wanted to live in London and glad her dad had got the promotion but she had moved away from all her friends and, even worse, her boyfriend, Jamie who she had been with for nearly two years now.

Alice had joined a gym near her flat a couple of months previously, but had only managed to go a couple of times so far, and not for a month now. Work had been really busy recently and she hadn't had the energy to do anything other than go home and relax with a glass of wine after she left the office, except for the occasional girl's night out. However, she was determined to keep in shape - she had always had a good body, and didn't want to let her best asset slide. So that evening, despite the fact that it was almost 7.30 by the time she finished work, she made up her mind to go to the gym.

The first time it just sort of happened. I knew I was a completely different person when I was on holiday. I think most people are. You couldn’t as much as kiss someone at home without the whole town knowing your business and judging you. But on holiday you could be who you wanted. My only regret was that the friends I went away with didn’t seem to want to go for it like I did and I always felt I couldn’t completely break free.

As her hands slowly slipped down her silky pale thighs, one hand continued further to her most intimate warmth, to seek her clit, massaging it in firm circles, and occasionally slipping her digits into her flushed cunt roughly. Her other hand meanwhile was roughly teasing her nipples, causing her an increasingly damper horniness.

I had been working for a high end furniture store for a while. We were hiring new salespeople, and when Liz walked in, she instantly drew my attention. She was a striking woman who intrigued me but I was very aloof with her to hide my desire. As luck would have it, whe had the perfect level of professionalism and experience so we hired her.

They told me Sally was a practised seducer, so it was no surprise when she made a move. Jim and I had been invited to dinner at her father’s ranch-house, a modest name for what was a vast mansion in the middle of the largest spread in south-west Texas. We’d moved down a couple of months ago, and though I’d made some friends at the school I was teaching at. It was our first proper invitation out. Jim was an accountant and had got introduced to Sally’s father, Mr Ramsden, at some business meeting.

We’d been lovers in college and it was a deep and passionate affair. It started soon after we met, in the Student Union bar in the first term. I was immediately attracted to her – both physically and mentally. Her rich voice and warm laughter had filled the room and I had engineered a meeting. I hadn’t known she was bi-sexual – hell, back then I hadn’t known that I was.

I left the club early, bored of what I had found there. The same people, every night, and all the good-looking girls were already under my belt. I was tired of that scene, and looking forward to getting home and having a good wank about my lecturer, as usual when I had nothing to do.

Alex had heard so many stories about her new flatmates beforehand; their threesomes and group sex. She was completely comfortable with the idea of bisexuality. It's just she'd never considered herself to be bisexual. Until now.

She was always doing this. Getting drunk, and then pleading with me to tell her ‘what it’s like’. Too timid to go chase her own fantasies, she whooped vicariously through the imagined thrills of my bisexuality.

Lisa was in a bad mood. She'd got a job interview in Manchester and was facing a long train journey. OK, so she was grateful for the interview - working for a new women's magazine - but she loathed train travel with a passion. And she hadn't finished writing the sample articles they wanted her to bring. They were going for an adult market so it had to be far more explicit than her usual stuff. She was having a hard time getting her head round it. She'd have to write on the train. As if that wasn't enough, she'd caught her girlfriend with another woman last night and they'd split up. She looked at her watch. 'Typical. Train's late.' she thought, 'Just what I bloody need.'

Lisa was horny. She'd been flirting with a friend all night but he'd had a call from his girlfriend just as she was about to get him to come back with her. Men! Women were so much easier. She pulled out her vibrator and switched it on, needing to come, if only so she could think straight. As she slid the toy between her thighs, setting the clit attachment vibrating for maximum effect, she started to think about her friend Diane. They'd fooled around. And she'd said she'd be prepared to go further. Maybe it was time she gave Diane a call.

Sally was enjoying being single. It had been six months now since the last disastrous relationship and it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It had been hard to begin with but she had kept to her vow not to leap straight back into another man’s arms despite feeling quite lonely to begin with, especially when she saw all her friends settling down into cosy coupledom.

I'd seen her lots of times at the university, a slender girl with short dark hair and freckles on her arms. Sometimes I found myself secretly staring at her while she was chatting to her friends in the cafeteria or quietly making notes at a lecture. She had small firm breasts and beautiful long limbs but she seemed modest and totally indifferent to her beauty, usually dressed in jeans and a baggy sweater. I wanted so badly to meet her eyes but always got scared and turned my gaze away just in time. Instead I spent several lectures day dreaming about gently undressing her and caressing those beautiful breasts. That was about as far as I dared imagine.

The first time I saw her, I knew I had to have her. She had classic Spanish looks; dark skin, jet black hair and long eye lashes framing deep sensual eyes. She was a comedian and was performing at a club I often went to. While she was on stage I couldn't help but stare at her curvacious figure.

The first time I saw Fi was in a club, just on the dance floor. Our eyes kind of met as I walked past, and the gaze lingered a bit, and I can remember the heat I felt between my legs. There was something in her eyes that told me she liked the look of me too.