Now I know why Dad didn't object to me touring Europe with Charlie. Talk of safe? What a wimp. I know touring Europe after high school is supposed to be a cultural bonanza, but you'd think a bit of adventure might just creep in? We might just as well be in Kansas. Yes, Dad did stipulate single rooms. But now we were away, the freedom, the sights, especially sexy Italian men, had a way of leaving me moist about the pussy a...

Charming young thing, my niece, what? Aha, I could see you found her fetching. Not that I've had much time for the tender passions myself. So far, anyway. Retired decades ago, but when business has always come first, it's too damned late to change. Been a bit of a Scrooge if you must know. Cynthia's not really my niece of course. Her grandfather and I went through school together. Blighting Towers. Borstal of a place, but...

I was given the name Candice and I'm happy with it. Anyone who calls me Candy gets what's coming to her. Unless it's a boy. Boys I forgive everything. I love boys. I knew it long before I left St Ursula's, even though I'd hardly spoken to one and had never seen one at school. If the teachers had their way, we'd be taught there was no such thing as a boy.  But I just knew, lying in bed, that the cosy, tingly sensations and...

The two students only moved in a month ago. Into the downstairs flat. Love's Young Dream I called them. They're not married, but no-one is these days, are they? Not that age anyway. I found out they're not even twenty. It's all so much freer than in my twenties, fifty years ago, or even when I became Professor. Yes, we held hands in public, and a man walked with an arm around his girl. Even then, the neighbours could look...

Sometimes I wish Tracey wasn't quite so extravert. We've known each other for twelve months now, since final year at school. We're head over heels. I've never complained about the cheeky little stripteases she gives me, and now we're at uni I'm constantly on edge of 'coming' in the lecture theatre, simply thinking of her size C breasts with their pretty pink tips.  But there are limits. We were only four weeks into uni wh...

Why did they name me Jasmine? Sweet? Nauseating. No fire in Jasmine They don't know what I called myself for three years - Mistress Firethorn.  When I hit eighteen, I set myself up as a dominatrix. Satisfying, you'd say. Would have been if the men weren't such wimps. It was great at first, willowy me wielding power over pallid backsides of professors and financiers. That mystery they couldn't keep in their trousers gettin...