I put on my clingy black dress, grabbed my stilettos and hastily touched up my make up before slipping my feet into a pair of flat pumps. I just had time to fit in a driving lesson before going to Jane's party straight after. I could see my instructor waiting for me outside. I had been having lessons with John twice a week for the past six months and he felt I should have some experience driving on a dual carriageway at night.

I guess it would be fair to say that my girlfriend, Christina, is an experimental kind of girl. I’d never have guessed it when we first met – she seemed so shy – and it took me a month to get her into bed at all. By that time I was hooked – not just from the thrill of the chase but also because she was interesting, quirky and could make me laugh like no-one else ever had before. And once we finally did get into bed, my God was it worth the wait.

Greg was married. We were drunk. I know that it’s not an excuse but when the guy you’ve been lusting after for months tells you he wants you, right here, right now, I challenge you to exert any self-control.

The man sitting at the far end of the room in the extravagantly large leather chair wears nothing but a perverse smile as he watches me pace the length of the dimly lit chamber, naked except for my heels which click off the hard polished wooden flooring beneath me.

I have recently retired from teaching and found that I have a lot of time on my hands. Hubby still works and our two adult children no longer live at home. Even though I am 57 people say that I look younger.

It was a beautiful bright balmy summer evening as my train wound its way slowly through the Scottish countryside to its final destination. A rich heavy sensuous musk from wild blooming honeysuckle and jasmine caught the back of my throat, and filled the stuffy old grey carriage.

She wondered about taboo; she liked the sound of the word, she liked what the word meant and how the word and meaning scared the average person. Yes, she had read taboo in stories; she had met the man who encased the word, he was dark eyed, dark haired and very very sexy. She had taken him from marriages, relationships, and having to be hourly accounted for; to places in his mind that was truly erotic for him, places in hotel rooms that released him from the daily grind, places that made him orgasm, harden and think; places that he wanted to return to, places that he was aroused by and were taboo.

Megan had always wanted to do it but had never dared. Nothing was stopping her now she was young, free and more importantly no one knew her in this city. This was the first time she had ever tried to have a one night stand and she had no idea what was to come. She stood looking at the bar door and knew she had to go in. She was about to pull a stranger and had already gone out without her panties wearing a short miniskirt. Her top barely covered her tits and erect nipples. She looked like a dirty whore and she was lapping up the stares. On her way in she noticed two blokes and eyed them up on the way to the bar. She knew it was their cocks she wanted.

Dan had a trial in the morning. He had to figure out how to defend some stupid kid who broke into an old woman’s apartment and then got conked over the head with a frying pan. But it might as well have been him on trial, sitting in that chair next to the judge, trying to explain to his wife and three sons how he violated the same rules he had imposed on them.

As Sophie lay awake on her bed in the prison cell that had become her home for the last 6 days, she considered what lay in front of her. She thought about what she had done with her life, and although she had regrets, she never once regretted stabbing the man that had attacked her little sister. The court battle had been long and drawn out, but even after she had appealed, the outcome was still the same – she would face the death penalty in the morning.

A friend of mine was so desparate to go to bed with another woman she hired an escort for the night - only the escort wasn't bisexual and no amount of cajoling would persuade her to go beyond a massage and some dirty talk. In the end she just masturbated for her for an hour and let my friend take some photos; she reckons they cost her about £100 each.

John sat in the living room. He had the fire built up high, blazing in the darkness. He had been trying to read but had abandoned it. He put out the light and lay watching the firelight dance on the walls. He didn't know where the others were and cared less.

He was older than me, blonde with green eyes and a sardonic grin. He worked at my local bar and always flirted with me – and most of the other women there. I wanted him the second I saw him. Some part of me wanted to break down his arrogance and get him begging for release. Little did I know that my dream would come true.

When we're together, sex is pretty ordinary. After this many years, it's become routine and predictable. I bet you'd be shocked at how I behave when you're at work...

I am sitting, waiting, as instructed. He has a surprise for me, but won’t say what it is. I’m so excited I can feel the butterflies doing cartwheels in my stomach. I hear a noise and look up at the door. As it pushes open I can feel the wetness of my pussy, the throbbing ache for what I know is to come now he is here. I want to jump up off the floor, throw my arms around him and kiss him passionately, but I know I can’t. If I do he won’t be pleased and he may just turn around and leave me here wanting and craving for him.

She fell asleep in my arms as she usually did. Sleep came easy to Thea and she looked beautiful when she slept, her long eye lashes resting against her cheeks and her full lips slightly open. Her breathing slowed as she fell deeper into her own private world.

Helga came round the other night. She was in a very demanding mood and was merciless with me for a long time, abusing me exactly as she wished without a care for my needs, exept the need to have my lovely mistress dominate me.

Angelica was divine, as a human she had been great, but as a vampire, she turned into the most sensuous creature I had ever encountered in my life. Always wanting to try new ventures, playful and careless to a certain degree, which scared me at times. I was mainly afraid of losing her to the first other woman who came along, yet she laughed my objections away.

"The blonde in the red dress?"

"Mmm - nice smile. Or what about the Chinese girl in the jeans?"

"Great arse."

Alex and Charlotte were playing one of their favourite games; spotting who they were going to take home for the evening. It always started in the same way. They'd look for a while, identify potential targets and then they'd strike up conversation with their favourite. The first time they'd tried it, neither of them really expected it to work, so they'd been amazed when Amanda, a pretty auburn-haired twenty year old, had accepted their invitation back to the flat 'for champagne'. After a few glasses, Charlotte had asked Amanda if she was bi-curious and everything had followed from there.

He was much younger than me. Just 24 years old. Tall, dark, muscular, big brown eyes, long eyelashes. He had a beautiful, rounded behind. His arms were broad and curved up into strong shoulders. His ears stuck out a bit but then you can’t have everything! He had short cropped hair and a wide grin. He was unlike any of the other guys at work. Most of them were hyper-intelligent dorks with no social skills and a total lack of sex-appeal. Richard, on the other hand, oozed sex from every pore.