Marilyn (Maz) Foster was sitting up in my bed, her back to the bed head and I was lying across the bed with my head in her lap, looking up at her. Until a few minutes before I had been lying face down but when my objective had been achieved, I turned over.   “You’ve always been really good at that.”   “Thanks, Maz. One tries. Fancy a glass of wine?   “Marvellous.” I got up and walked to my kitchen. I was taking a month of...

Saturday. It was Rhonda’s mouth on mine. How could I have foreseen that? Her blonde hair fell across me, caressing me as her mouth covered mine and her tongue entered me. It seemed so long, so sinuous. I felt it might go down my throat. One hand was on my breast, lightly stroking my nipple. The other was between my legs. How did this happen? I hadn’t seen Rhonda since the night in the club when she kissed me and I’d run a...

I hadn’t expected this and the unexpected is so often more exciting, more heady than the planned or anticipated. Her mouth hard on mine, she pushed her tongue into my mouth and her leg between mine while her hands explored first my back, then my hair, then my breasts and ultimately and beautifully went up under my dress and found my cunt.   She leaned back. “I’m going to fuck you, you know that, right? You’re definitely r...

Her long, pianist’s fingers were stroking my labia. Her mouth covered mine and we were dancing as the band played a number we loved. The crowd effectively concealed our lovemaking and the fact my skirt buttoned from waist to knee meant one button popped and she was in. She loved that. I didn’t think it was too shabby either although it had taken me a while to get over the ‘almost-exhibitionist’ thing that Val loved. Her f...

The following evening Livia was already on her balcony when I went out onto mine. She was dancing again, in the same sinuous manner and I sat, sipping a nice rose wine and watched. For some moments she made no eye contact and I took in the sight of her. She was wearing a black slip, nothing else I was pretty sure, that reached just above her knees. The top was shaped to hold her breasts softly with thin, spaghetti straps...

I was in the sitting room on the sofa, wearing my blue pyjamas when I heard her key in the front door. I got up to meet her and help her off with her coat. There was no need to ask how her day had gone, the pallor of her skin, the dark rings under her eyes. Her eyes were normally bright, the whites clear and shining but there were little veins of red in them. I held her lovely face between my palms and kissed her. “Welcom...

It was the first evening that the weather had been warm enough so I opened my curtains and then the sliding window and stepped out onto my balcony. The fresh, Spring air was a tonic and I placed my glass of wine on the balcony table and sat in the rattan chair and revelled in the view of the rooftops of the city. I’d left the lights off in my sitting room to reduce light pollution but also so I could sit there unobserved....

The resort was on a small Caribbean island called High Beacon. It was exclusive, eye-wateringly expensive and beautiful. Expense was no object to me now because I was not, at that time, the impoverished Gala but, thanks to the Trinity, I was Tanya Moreton: orphaned at the age of six and cared for by nuns in a small convent in America before being sent to a private school in England and later to an art college in France.  ...

The girl sitting on the steps of the shepherd’s hut turned her head languidly towards us, her long black hair masking one side of an exquisite face. She smiled and stood gracefully, her breasts now fully exposed. They were beautiful too. Lucy advanced towards her and the two embraced and kissed and it was a hot, tongue kiss that for reasons I cannot explain didn’t make me feel jealous. “Who is she?” Lucy had said in answe...

I first met the dark horse when I was working as a waitress in a gay bar in London. It was a great place to work because the guys kept their hands to themselves and so did most of the women. The bar was owned by a friendly older dyke called Ham and she liked me. Every now and then she’d take me up to her flat over the bar and fuck me but it wasn’t a relationship, more a sort of now and again type of thing.   Ham would go...

I was lying naked, post-orgasmic, following a wonderful time with a girl. I call her a girl but she was a woman about thirty and we’d met a few hours before in a bar in the seedier end of Hollywood. I’d gotten her back to my place and one thing led to another and I discovered she was pretty keen on my strappy and wasn’t too fussy about where I put it.   God, but I love a girl who takes it in the ass. She was noisy, messy...

Faye Millerton reveals a little...   Catherine Meadows was Vanessa Staunton’s new bitch. I doubt if she’d have called herself that but she was, it was obvious. I was a bit jealous, to be honest. Van, as we members of ‘Dole Queue’ knew her, was a gorgeous mature woman, a fabulous if didactic and control freakish director and voraciously lesbian. I’d fancied her ever since we started ‘The Queue’ but it was not, so it seemed...

I stood beside her as she read. I had my hands on her desk and was watching the way her glasses had slipped to the end of her nose. I didn’t move when her hand slid up my thigh under my skirt.   “Oh,” she said absently, “this is good, very good.”   I had no idea if she was referring to the text or to the state of my cunt as her finger stroked lightly between my lips.   ~~~   Paula has been a good friend for many years. Du...

She turned from the kitchen counter and looked straight into my eyes. Her finger went down to her fly-zip and she smiled. “You know what the Ghurkas say about their kukris don’t you?” I nodded. “Say it.” Her look was stern.   “If you take it out you have to use it.”   Her grin was the grin of a wolf spotting a lame goat.   ~~~   I met Lady Maria Picton, wife of General Sir Peregrine Picton, in the restaurant of a huge mau...

Relationships sometimes start with what I call the slow burn. Like the one I had with a girl from work. We’d known each other and liked each other for a long time but it wasn’t until we were travelling together that anything happened. I’d never been sure if she was gay or what; I only knew she was single and never talked about anyone special in her life. She was Josephine Larkin and I’d fancied her for ages. We had often...