This was no ordinary job interview, she knew. It was the one which could turn her life around. She loved her current position and though she knew she was valued, she felt bored and frustrated by the lack of challenge and imagination the job offered. It was meeting her prospective employer at a conference that she thought she had found the ultimate post. The openly flirtatious conversation at the bar along with the offer of a ‘good position with me’ (Ms Allis took the strange phrase as part of her companion’s Scandinavian to English translation), had Ms Allis agreeing to a ‘mutual interview’ the next week. The precise instructions as to her expected dress code for the interview only served to heighten expectations and made her wish for the next week.

It had been a long, frustrating day, and the presence in the meeting of the attractive sales executive hadn’t helped her with the sexual frustration she had building up. She’d worked some of the tension out in the gym, and had spent a long time in the shower, trying to wash away the rest, but another long bath and a session with the vibrator beckoned, as she shivered in the cold wind and rounded the corner towards her front door.

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I'm a journalist working on a feature on how many women are getting bolder and taking the plunge of turning sexual fantasy into reality, for a leading young women's glossy magazine. I'm looking for female British interviewees aged 23-37 who have lived out a fantasy. If anyone is interviewed, I'd love to hear from you - you can email me at [email protected] to discuss further. Interviews will be by phone during the week of 18-22 June.

You have the chance to contribute to a revolutionary new book. To celebrate the 15th anniversary of Black Lace Virgin Books will publish a groundbreaking new book to reveal what women today think about sex. Since the publication of the first Black Lace Book of Sexual Fantasies, ten years ago, the erotic landscape has changed massively. Sexual habits, lifestyles, opportunities and the possibilities for women have undoubtedly been affected by a whole range of new influences, technologies and media.

The guys had arrived to do my garden – they must have been sent by the landscaping company. I saw 5 of them get out of the truck and go around the back. It was a hot day and they were all bare chested. One of two had tattoos on their arms …mmmm. There were a couple of really good looking young guys – I had beautifully etched muscles in his arms and chest and some low slung jeans which allowed me to glimpse the lines of the V which led down to his crotch. They didn’t know I was watching them – probably assumed I was out.

This episode actually happened. It’s something that brings me out in goose bumps when I think about it, and I fantasise about it quite often. It concerns me and my boyfriend (whom I shall call Mr X), and at the time, we were ‘on a break’. Every bloke I met during that period made me realise just what I was missing - no one was as cool or made me laugh like Mr X did. The one night stand I had wasn’t a patch on Mr X and instead of making my ego soar, that bloke succeeded in making me feel like an oversexed whore. Mr X and I had started talking and seen each other a few times, which had ended up with us all over each other.

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.

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I paced up and down waiting for him to arrive. It has been months since I last saw him and the last time we had spoken I had really annoyed him and he told me he wouldn’t see me any more.

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On the 2nd June 2007 the second Dominant Womyn’s Luncheon will take place between 12am and 6pm at an exclusive location in Walsall, West Midlands.

It is just an ordinary street with rows of identical houses punctuated with the occasional alley or driveway. I first noticed that the house across the alley was vacant again as I arrived home one afternoon some months back. A 'To Let' sign had been put up earlier in the day.

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Doors 8pm
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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...

I wash my body under the warm water, gently massaging the shower gel into my stomach and breasts and nipples, raising my face to the shower head and enjoying the feeling of the water washing me clean. I'm preparing my body for you, shaving my pussy and washing between my legs where I know your cock will be in an hour.

We stood still for a moment, drinking in the silence, and then I suggested that we watch the sunset from the top of the dune. Scrabbling up the slope we took two steps forward and one back in the loose, dry sand, and when we reached the crest I flattened out a small area for us to sit down on. As I casually put my arm round Estelle's shoulders she moved in to sit close up to me and hooked her own arm over my thigh, both of us pretending we weren't fully aware of her elbow, resting right up between my legs.

I stood dressed in my heavily boned and tightly laced vintage corset, very sheer seamed stockings and perched on my five-inch stiletto heeled shoes. I looked down at him kneeling at my feet. He was naked with his arse resting on his calves, his knees wide apart and his hands resting palms up on his thighs, the submission position. His head was lowered and he was looking at my gorgeous feet as he remained perfectly still except for the bobbing up and down of his erect and leaking cock.

I’m lying on my back in bed, naked under the duvet. The lights are on low and the room is warm and cosy. I’m running my hands over my body, imagining it’s you, over my thighs and up towards my breasts. At first I gently squeeze my nipples as I cup my breasts, then I pinch harder, the way you do, until I have to bite my lip to stop myself crying out. I slide my right hand back down my body, over my thin strip of pubic hair and between my thighs. My left hand is still on my left breast. My fingers brush lightly over my clit, the middle one sliding easily between my lips. I’m wet already. I move my hand back up and rub my wet finger over my clit, pushing harder as I move it in a little circle, over and around.

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