I'd had a crush on my best friend for as long as I could remember. She was about my height had long blonde hair and the most amazing blue eyes that you could just sink into. I had never told her any of this of course - she had a boyfriend who she appeared to love.

It had been two weeks now. Two weeks since I had first seen the gorgeous French girl who lived in the block of flats opposite to me getting undressed with the curtains open. At least in my imagination she was French. There was something not quite English about the way she looked, the uninhibited movements of her spectacular body, the fact that she left the curtains open in the first place...

There was a space where my girlfriend was supposed to be. As I stood by the counter at work I felt her there. She was supposed to be by my side.My thigh, stomach and neck ached, almost feeling the indentation where she should be.

"Oi, snap out of it" My boss barked at me as she came up to me in a marching fashion that reminded me of a soldier.

When I was 18, I went to live up north from London with all the self-importance of a teenager mixed with the arrogance of being from the capital city. My sexual experiences up until then had tended to be rather lifeless, loveless affairs, usually involving coercian. There was very little I would come back to and fantasise about later on.

I hadn't seen Nina in years. I'd always thought she was gorgeous and remember feeling a distinct interest when I heard she had was bisexual, so I was really happy when I got her contact details again and we started mailing each other. We arranged to meet up for dinner. I could feel the flutter of excitement in my belly. I'd always wanted to experience a woman, but never thought that I might be lucky enough to have Nina.

I'm so glad you gave me your number. I noticed you a while ago. Whenever we've exchanged looks or chatted, I've been tense with anticipation. When I saw you in the girl bar, I couldn't believe my luck. My only worry was gone – I wasn't misreading your friendliness. You do like women. And after the things you said, the dirty things you whispered in my ear and the way you were groping me in the club, I know you won't be put off if I tell you what I'm going to do when we meet up. You did say you like talking dirty…

"What about the dark haired one over there, near the ladies toilets."

"Nah not my type. The cute little blonde next to her...that's my type."

"Oh yeah, go on then prove it. Tell her you want a fuck."

Andrea joined the magazine I work for last week. At her welcome drinks, something strange happened. We'd had a couple of glasses of wine and ended up snogging. She was amazing - and clearly thought the same about me because she arranged to meet me at the weekend to see what would develop.

Hi gorgeous. Been thinking about you - especially after last night. You were amazing! I'm bored out of my mind here – but you know work. I guess you must be in the bath. And I could be there with you right now. How annoyed am I?

I've got a date with a girl this Saturday. I still can't quite believe it's happened. I've never really gone for women before - I mean, I've fantasised about them occasionally, but hasn't everyone?

I was feeling depressed. My latest bloke, Dan, had just dumped me after a three year relationship because he decided I wasn't 'the one'. I'd done the standard moping, trying to figure out what was wrong with me and coming up with the usuals; thighs too fat, too talkative, shagged on the first date – but surprisingly enough it had failed to make me feel any better. There was only one thing for it. I called my best friend Liz and asked her to come round that evening with a sloppy film, some tissues and a tub of Haagen Dazs. Little did I know that she was going to make me feel a lot better by the time the night was out…

It was too much to take. All the laughing and jokes, everyone trying too hard to make me feel good when all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball. It had been Jess's idea to take me out to the pub and get me drunk. "You'll wake up in the morning and have forgotten all about him. Rotten bastard."

"Damn!"

I grabbed a handful of tissues and soaked up the hot coffee that had spilled across the table. I was sitting, yet agin, in Krazy Koffee, wasting the hours that I should have been in lectures. To make it seem I was actually thinking about my degree, I was half-reading a battered textbook I had saved from the library.

"Need a hand with that?"

I looked up and saw Nadine. She was from my lecture class. I blushed. "Umm, yeah, ok, thanks." We mopped up the hot mess and she sat with me.

It had been one of those shit days on the ward when my boss suggested we go for a drink. Four bottles of wine later, we were back at her place in front of a blazing and cozy fire that her girlfriend had lit.

The first time I saw Lucy she was wrapped enthusiastically round my flatmate Mark at the bar, and he seemed to be enjoying it. I’d arrived late for our regular Tuesday night booze up to find our other friends waiting impatiently for their round of drinks and watching the display which was rapidly becoming rather too X-rated for a quiet Tuesday evening in an out of town pub. Five foot five, with glossy shoulder-length auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, and a sensational figure, she was stunning and had the male contingent drooling openly.

Ive always been bi-curious, but never had the guts to act on it. Or the partner. But that day when I met Katie I knew I was going to sleep with her -she was such a dominant person. Naturally, I knew within a week she'd have seduced me.

I met her at the university. She wasn't particularly striking, just a normal girl - until I spoke to her and discovered that she was intelligent and thought provoking. She was amazing and I was smitten. For the first time in my life I was in love with a female. I had always been intrigued by women but this was on another level. I was lusting after her, I wanted to feel her soft lips against mine, her fingers on my clit, fingering my pussy while I reach a shuddering orgasm.

“Whew”, I exclaimed as I slipped off my work heels to rub my aching feet. Today was a tough day at work and I was ready to relax. My roommate wouldn’t be home for hours so I had the whole place to myself. How lucky could I get!

Yeah, it's true, I've always had a thing about female bosses. I love the tension between us, the closeness and even the arguments that come out of working together. When you interviewed me, I couldn't tell if I was nervous because I really wanted the job or because I really wanted you.

I’d been going to the gym for 6 months and managed to flatten bits here, firm bits there, but it was taking a huge amount of effort to get to my desired perfect 10 (ok perfect 12 would make me just as happy), so I decided to employ a personal trainer who met me twice a week at the gym to speed things along. Jane was a tall woman, around 30 or so with pale skin, long red hair and figure that was, I thought at the time, a little too manly…true she had a bum to absolutely die for in her black spandex, and her legs were very toned but her boobs seemed non existent. We were like chalk and cheese, me with my curvaceous size 14, spilling out of my crop-top tee shirt and shorts.