My husband Paul had often talked about his fantasy of having a threesome with another girl but I was kinda too shy to tell him that I often masturbated over the same fantasy whilst alone in my room when he was working nights...

The knot in my shoulder was getting so uncomfortable that I decided to treat myself to an aromatherapy massge at my local spa. I walked in and gave my name and sat at reception waiting for my therapist to appear. As she appeared and introduces herself I was instantly attracted to her and all I could think was how was I going to control myself having this beautiful woman slathering me in oils and rubbing me all over.

It’s half one in the morning and I can’t sleep. All I can think about is Her. I saw Her today, and it nearly drove me mad. The way she just flirts with blokes, it’s so annoying. She just throws herself at them, not thinking about how it makes others feel. She wears tight tops to show off Her perfectly round breasts, low enough to see 6 inches of cleavage. When She gets cold, you can see goose bumps on Her delicate soft skin. Her short skirts show off Her lithe legs, so slender and sexy.

Hannah’s mind raced as she and Louise took the slow walk back to her home. She couldn’t believe what had already taken place that night. The looks between them filled with a raging fire, the slight touches as they moved around each other that sent shivers all over the body. She just wanted to grab Louise and kiss her there and then, she didn’t care who would see, who would know. All that mattered was that she had her, could touch her and hold her so close against her own body.

Jo had been curious about sex with another woman for a while. During her last massage Sally had more than once just gently touched the side of her tits and Jo had felt the start of arousal. She’d wondered at the time whether to ask, “Do you want me to turn over onto my back ?” but had lacked the courage. Later she’d fantasised about how good a tit massage would feel and how she’d enjoy masturbating while Sally watched .....

Miss S wore clothes that managed to flow around her in a rush of textures and colors, which always attracted your eye and led it to explore the curve of her shoulders, her waist and the soft bump of her breasts. Her smile was dazzling and never reached her eyes so it seemed she had something to hide: beneath her beauty she was terribly shy. Her petite body made her my little fairy. I was under her spell.

Ah, Sundays... my only day of rest. I've just been to an early brunch with Jack, hashing out our predictions for the Giants/Eagles football game tonight. I love watching divisional rivals battle for glory on the field, brutally attempting to crush each other's bones to vie for the coveted brown ball. The adrenaline, the way it stimulates me, overwhelming my attention... football is one of the ultimate aphrodisiacs for me.

One night it was a gay night. The younger class members were more open to it than I would have been at that age. I went along and we had a good drink and dance. I danced with guys and girls equally and was pooped at the end. When it came to the last dance, one of the girls called Susan. She is 18, doe eyed, beyond shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, 5’9 tall and an ex ballerina. She would probably have made it had she not been that tall. While dancing in the darkened hall, we exchanged a few kisses. You can imagine my surprise when her hands lingered longer on my breasts, but I let it go.

I had recently split with my boyfriend and was desperately trying to find new things to do to take my mind off it. I decided to book a holiday to the Caribbean. Sun, sea and, well, possibly some sex, who knew? Lately my finger and rampant rabbit had been having a bit too much exercise and so the thought of having sex with someone else rather than just imagining I was with someone else was highly appealing.

I met her walking. She asked me for directions as we fell in step together she asked me if I was on my own? I replied I definitely was as I had just split up with my partner and this was my first time out as a single. She sparkled with chemistry as her eyes lingered down my body. ‘This is my first Australia day in Canberra can I join you?’ We picnicked together, blankets and esky’s entwined in the shade under the trees, as we looked out to the lake watching the fireworks. We shared wine bread and cheese; she had olive oil, tomatoes and cucumbers, I, desert of chocolate and fruit.

Chloe couldn't believe that her flight had been delayed. It was bad enough to have to be at the airport hours before the flight, but to wait another 90 minutes was plain irritating. "Oh well, I may as well hit the shops," she thought, as if she hadn't done enough shopping whilst she was in New York. Her new Bloomingdales medium brown bag containing the last items that refused to fit in her suitcase was certainly testament to that, but as it was snowing outside the airport, and she had little else to do, she made her way to the duty free shops to try on perfume.

Shall I make a confession? Sometimes...ok, a lot of times, when I come home from work, I like to unwind with my laptop, a good glass of vino and my imagination. I might read a sexy story or I might browse the web for pictures I love.

I think I have always understood what men find sexy in certain women – some have a sensual softness and allure, others a raw sexuality. While I very much crave, and have to have, a hard, smooth rigid cock, I have always been intrigued and turned on by women. I suppose because of this, and because I am a very sexual person, I tune into other peoples desires. Maybe I have also wanted to be someone’s fantasy. Maybe I was hers.

Jane and I have known each other for a long time. We went to the same high school as well as the local university. We were both in the high school band and yearbook committees. We have both drifted into the local art scene with various side jobs to keep us living.

I'd joined a gym to get trim for the summer, I wasn't overweight, but I wanted to shed a couple of pounds and get myself sexy again for the summer. If I'd known what was going to happen, I'd have joined months before...

Jenny was married to a completely incompetent lover who could not figure out how to make a woman happy. She decided to make him into a better lover by using a magic potion to turn him into a girl for a week.

This is the story of the first time I got with a guy. I’ve been thinking of writing it down for some time, and I hope you enjoy it. I think it’s pretty horny anyway! First, a bit about me. I’m 26 years old and living with my long term girlfriend. No talk of marriage yet, but it’s on the cards. I’m pretty much heterosexual, but I’ve always had curiosity, urges even, to experiment with another guy in bed.

Caroline Knight finished laying out the trays of the Moroccan takeaway on the coffee table that stood in the angle between the sofa and an easy chair, just as Lorna rang the doorbell. She picked up the bottle of wine from the table and skipped to the front door. She flung it open and theatrically flinging wide her arms shouted her usual greeting, with Lorna making her customary responses with matching extravagance.

Katharine and I decided to have a girls' night in as she'd just recently split up with her boyfriend. We thought pizza and wine (lots of wine) would help forget that miserable boyfriend of hers, and I was always up for a good gossip.

I sighed at my reflection. Baggy grey faded knickers from M&S and an old white Wonderbra that was far too big for me. I desperately needed new underwear, and being recently dumped gave me a perfect excuse.