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You’d think that being married to a wealthy husband would be every woman’s dream. However, I find it pretty boring. I’ve just turned forty, but my husband is considerably older than I am and we don’t screw anymore. So, even though I’ve got a great figure and a great rack, I get pretty frustrated; my only outlet is to spend money. My latest whim was building an extension on the house.
October 2012
Despite the fact that I’m 27 years-old and am pretty stacked in the chest department, I’m pretty inexperienced when it comes to sex. Yeah, I’ve had a couple of boyfriends, but I’m so shy that when it comes to the nitty-gritty, I just sort of freeze up. Until I moved into my new flat.
August 2012
I was all hot and bothered already. I’d arranged to go round to Mike’s, my boyfriend’s flat – he’d been away for a couple of weeks on work and we hadn’t seen each other in what seemed like ages. I’d decided that when I saw him, there wouldn’t be much conversation; it would be a case of get in, get naked and get dirty.
May 2012
Me and my friend Carla have done everything together. And I mean everything. We’ve shared threesomes, swapped sex toys – you name it, we’ve done it. And it drives guys wild when they hear about us: we’re both in our twenties and pretty hot, even if I do say so, myself.
April 2012
The first time I sex outdoors was when I was nineteen. My boyfriend, Max, had taken me for a picnic in the grounds of a local castle. It was a hot day and he’d packed the works: champagne, smoked salmon and strawberries.
March 2012
My husband, Dave, and I have been married for five years and, if I’m honest, the spark had started to go out of our sex-lives.