I began to worry… Was I too inexperienced? What would Steve expect from me? — “Right then. May can decide. Whose it to be?” Carl asked. I looked at the two lads. Both hoping to walk me home from the youth club disco and wondered how on earth this was happening? It seemed only a few months ago I’d been all skinny limbs and no…

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I watched as she absent-mindedly pulled up her skirt — no panties — and while still intently reading, caressed her pussy… — You never forget your first crush. Mine was Mrs Irvine. She lived next door with her husband. I suppose she must have been thirty-five-ish, and looked hot and fit to my sixteen-year-old virgin eyes. One day I skived off from school. Pretended I was sick. I had a politics assignment…

July Prompt: Laura disappeared behind some trees with Gus. While I laid back and opened my legs, for the first time… — We were fifteen. Such a joyful age. Everything ahead, yet enough memories to illuminate the path. That summer, Laura and I had taken our books down to riverside park, and enjoyed the warm weather while we revised for exams. Laura hated school. Was always saying, “I’m dying for summer,” because…

Not knowing they were wolves, I curled up next to them, grateful for their warmth… — Please don’t stare… I stayed, I didn’t go. And against all odds I survived. Believe me or not, but it’s true… At the time the disaster struck I lived with my dad in Pripyat — northern Ukraine — and was just six years old. So I suppose that makes me…

Nightingales #1: Love is a sickness and a drug. It’s complete madness. Love is food and wine… — “Your turn, Gen. What crazy things have you done because of love?” Jane asked as she grabbed the bottle and poured herself another large glass of Italian red. I laid back on her bed in just my undies. A few of us were having a girlie truth or dare night…

I sometimes think I could orgasm simply by going down on him… — It was my husband’s birthday coming up, and I was stuck for an idea of what to get him as a present. “Well my darling, I love a few things in this world — you, blowjobs and pornos. So how about we film you sucking my cock?” he laughed. But…

First I ordered a manikin and painted a large smile on the blank face. Then I bought a second hand furry hat and placed it on the dummy’s head… — I started writing on Medium and became obsessed with this one writer — I often get crushes, ask my friend Posy Churchgate. The pair of us giggle about our latest. But this was different. …

The liquid nectar is my heart and soul. The distillery then poured my essence into their own distinct thick glass bottle. Embossed with our name. — I realise that to some I would be viewed as exclusive or privileged. After all, I am not a bottle of Bell’s blended whisky. Or one labelled as a supermarket own brand. No, I am Aberlour a voluptuous after-dinner single malt from the House of Campbell.