This is my penultimate true story. This one is about the other woman called Paula, who I met around sixteen years ago. The story is about the backstory or reason for the above photo of her. I took this at a local ATM machine near where we both lived at the time. It was exciting for us both that night, in more ways than one, and this photo was only the beginning! Paula and I had been seeing each other for around two years...

It began innocently enough.  This was my first year at college and I was determined to do all the stuff that college kids do.  Isn’t college about experimentation and finding yourself?  And isn’t a girl entitled to have some fun?  I hadn’t dated much in high school.  I’ve always been shy, and I knew I needed to spread my wings.  So I decided to go to Florida for Spring break.  The roommate the school had assigned to share...

She was a hoochie coochie dancer, I was a mere glass collector.   Sure, she had flirted with me before. But asking me to adjust her brassiere was a step up and totally against the rules. Now my hand was quivering as she pressed my palm between her decolletage. The flesh of her breasts were so soft. I felt a tingle of pleasure as she turned and traced her fingers up the lining of my skirt. Where would...could this lead? He...

Note from myself: This is an account written by my ex girlfriend relating to a public dare I set for her about four years ago. She was unaware that I had followed her and was in fact watching her from a distance. She was also unaware I managed to take a couple of mobile phone photos of her from behind.  This is written from her perspective: Well where to start? Okay, well you will be pleased to hear I completed my dare as...

We had been seeing each other for about six months or so and on this night were out in Soho, central London, having been to the Trocadero. P was wearing a gorgeous short silky red strappy dress with black high heels and as it was a hot summer night, P had no coat or jacket. I, of course, made sure she was naked under the dress. We were getting well into our eclectic sexual relationship by now so she always did as asked re...

The clock had just hit 5.30pm and as usual on a Friday I was struggling to finish up the days paperwork. I packed a few files into my case and let out a sigh of frustration … the McDonough case was really stretching my nerves. And I didn’t have time to mess around tonight; my friend Lizzie was expecting me at 7.30pm sharp. Lizzie was having a few people round and I couldn’t tell her again that I wouldn’t be able to make i...