After a bit of sightseeing and driving up and down many mountains we decided to stop the car and go for a walk.

Maybe it was the heat or maybe even the thrill of doing it outside in a remote place, but me and my boyfriend at the time thought it would be a great idea to move off the beaten track and make love on the side of a mountain.

I'm in my 50's, a product of the bloom of "free sex" in the 60-70's and the rise of feminism. I've had many sexual partners over the years (I'm heterosexual in action, bisexual conceptually, but I don't think that this is an issue of sexual orientation). I've had plenty of casual sex- most of it happenstance one night stands, and in the last 8 or so years sought out through print and internet ads. I use a 'respectable' ad source- Craigslist- and if I am looking for brief sexual adventures I go to Casual Encounters. I'm in the San Francisco area, just checked out the London site and would say that CL CE there is a bit tamer.

I'd been seeing this guy for a couple of weeks and we'd got to the stage where things were getting hot and heavy. One night I decided to give him a blow job. Since he was 24, I figured he'd had one before.

Patrick was gorgeous; a 28 year old, dark haired, green eyed Irish artist. He also had a reputation for sleeping around and taking an excessive amount of drugs. I was twenty, naïve and inexperienced. Obviously, when he came over to chat to me at a party one night, I was overwhelmed. We got on brilliantly from the start and it soon became clear that getting off was on the agenda. Making no excuses, he led me out of the party and into his car.

Andy and I were old flames with a serious history of rampant sessions, so when he called to say he was in town for the night, I was more than happy to meet up with him again. After a few drinks, it was apparent that the juices still flowed rather too freely, so we wandered back to his place for a 'coffee'.

On my daily walk for a bit of exercise I very often pass a lady in her mid forties out walking her dog,at first there was just a nod of heads and then a "good morning". Sometimes she would be training her hound on a grassy patch just off the pathway and on one particular day as I approached she waved and asked how I was, introducing herself as Anne, and having a few minutes small talk before I went on my way.

Last year the weekend before Christmas my wife and her sister went out for the day, on the Saturday, to do their final bit of seasonal shopping. Having the house to myself I decided to have a relaxing day,watch the telly and have a beer. I know all you girls hate having sexy undies bought as a present but its an easy option for us guys and thats exactly what I bought for my wife Carol`s present.

A good few years ago my mother and father had gone on holiday leaving me by myself in the house. So basically what took place was a week off work and a damn good drinking session for me and my pals. We were down the pub one afternoon when we met up with Anna. (name changed)

It was one of those drunken shags when we'd got home from a night's drinking and flirtation and couldn't even make it to the bedroom.

Last night my hunk came round to cook dinner for us. After a short while we decided to go to bed and have some fun.

Last Spring, I split up with my boyfriend of three years' standing. I'm something of a size queen and, understandably, I was particularly fond of my guy's member, which was 9" long and 6" diameter on the head. I had enthused about it so much that it had become a point of interest (if you'll pardon the pun) in our close-knit neighbourhood.

I was 18 and had just started "playing" with boys. I'd taken a liking to a certain boy next door named Steven. Our mums frequently visited with each other and we would watch the telly or listen to his records together.

I recently went on to Lovehoney site and decided to order some goodies for my pleasure. When given the opportunity to have my goodies sent to another address,I thought that as I am hardly around when the post arrives,I would have it delivered next door to a roofing contractors, whose office is kind enough to take my post in for me.Got you thinking have I?

In a way I cant believe I'm writing this. It isn't the women who complain about being used for sex.

I would like to recall an incident that happened last year on holiday in Spain, to illustrate the visual effect porn has on men. After unpacking our cases, Fred, my partner (for want of a better word) climbed on a chair to put the suitcases on top of the wardrobe so they would be out of the way. 'Hidden' on top was a porno mag.

Just a cautionary tale after my husband`s little accident following a bit of early morning sex, which is his preferred time,as he always wakes up with a massive bone on.

This was no way to spend boxing day.. or the New Year. Here's what happened last Christmas. It has not been easy for my boyfriend and I to have sex... we both live at our respective parents' houses, and neither his nor my parents approve of us spending nights together. Maybe they've been proved right. Anyway, weeks sometimes pass during which we look forward to our next night of passion together, and during this time we typically discuss at length exactly what we want to try together, who would do what to whom and so on. I become a sex-starved minx as any possible time in private approaches, as all the talking really heats me up. Craig just goes crazy...

When I was young, free and innocent, I went out on a date with a sexy older Irishman. He had an accent that could make the stoniest of hearts melt and a cock the size of a small french stick (ooh, I'm not joking)!

The only Australian guy I've ever been with certainly was a down-under kind of guy. His penis was a lovely length.. not to big, not too small.. and he had no problem producing erections.

My friend and I stayed at my boyfriend's house one week while he was working away.