There was an unusual crowd at the airport. This was Guernsey, a British island of 60,000 people, forty-five minutes from London by plane. Quiet, respectable, a low tax area, which meant it was full of banks and trust companies, and therefore rich people as well as the local population. And because it was isolated, people had taken to international online dating sites to increase the chance of meeting partners. I had lived...

Her name was Tina and she lived near me in west London. She was a local girl and I was a new arrival from a seaside town down south. We had met in the local pub, the Star and Garter, where she knew everyone because they had all grown up around there. I was getting to know a few people but was still the new guy. Tina was shortish and sort of stout: not fat, but sturdy. She was old-fashioned, as if she had skipped the youth...

I had had my eye on Jackie for months. She was a casual employee at the newsagents/wool shop next to the off licence I worked in, and she would wander in from time to time and hang around, looking at the shelves but never buying anything. I concluded that she was probably lonely. One of her colleagues had told me she had been a widow for five years. She went to the Methodist church up the road, but I got the feeling she w...

Sylvie was a broad-minded girl. That was the expression she would have used, anyway. She was twenty-five and a nurse, long of red hair, full of figure, loud of laugh, and generous of body. Generous in stature and nature, that is. She had been around the block a few times. She enjoyed sex and didn't see why people were so stingy with themselves. She was an ordinary girl who found other ordinary people attractive. Mainly me...

Hello Julie, I hope you don't mind my calling you that, but I have no idea what your name is. You could be Eleanor or Claudette or Monika with a K, I don't know. But Julie is a happy name and this is a happy story. I'm glad you came to Lush and please bear with me while I give the readers some background. I'll address you direct again in a little while. So, I was on the bus from Edinburgh to Peebles. I went upstairs but m...

My parents used to take me to church every Sunday, I think because they thought I would be mixing with the right kind of people, or at least not the wrong kind. This was in the late 1960s, when the world was coming alive with a new spirit of adventure which included music, travel, and the new age extended to sex. Or so people said, anyway. While I had had a steady girlfriend, MIchelle, for several years I was seventeen an...

As I rounded the corner by the school, a small dog yapped at me, straining at a leash held by someone I couldn't see. A few steps later I realised it was the big woman from the street next to mine. The dog continued to pull and jump and make its barky noises, the sort of thing that frightens children and adults who don't understand and see it as aggression. In fact it's usually just an inquisitive, talkative young canine...

Johnny was sitting in the phone shop, getting his account sorted out because the app wasn't working, and the assistant had gone out the back to check something. A girl walked in pushing a baby buggy. She looked about twenty. Medium height, quite slim, long fair hair and quite pretty. She sat across from Johnny and he smiled at her. He was surprised when she smiled back, because people are so wary of one another these days...

Janice was a good-looking woman in her late thirties. She was tall and well-proportioned - a bit more flesh on her than many men would like, but I thought she was just about perfect. She looked as if she must once have been very physically fit but had eased off on the training recently. Her legs were strong and shapely, her buttocks a good size, belly a little on the meaty side, breasts big but not cartoonish. And she was...

Volanette’s apartment overlooked one of the island’s busiest beaches, which was lined with bars and restaurants. It occupied the top floor of a building in a compound of small apartment buildings which she owned and it had a big balcony in front which caught the breeze. I was a few minutes early and she was busy in her study, so she asked me to wait in the front room. In a shallow bowl on the coffee table, I saw a number...

She was standing at the breakfast bar of this tiny house I was about to start renting on a small Caribbean island. She was tall, dark-skinned and I couldn't take my eyes off her arse, which sat proudly beneath a thin khaki skirt. I liked the way she dressed. Volanette was her name and she was to be my landlady. She was a local woman, and the local women in general were a very good-looking lot. Few of them had her classy l...

Jeannie was one of the advertising sales girls at the little consumers' magazine where I was the editor. She was friendly and chatty, not highly educated but able to hold a conversation, and she had a cheeky sense of humour. She also spoke frankly and provocatively sometimes. I had discussed sex with her once or twice, just finding ourselves on the subject for some reason, and one thing that stuck in my mind was that she...

Every young man knows the feeling of fancying the mother of one of his friends. It’s as natural as masturbation, which of course is what it leads to. These women are in their thirties or forties at most, and if they notice the doe-eyed apprentice who turns to jelly when he sees them, they are grateful but usually not inclined to take him in hand because it’s too complicated and they’re busy enough being a mother, without...

It was quiet in the office without Sandra. She was my business partner and we had been working together for two years, ever since shaking hands on the arrangement to combine our talents in an advertising agency, she as graphic designer and I as copywriter. We enjoyed our working life and had had the good side of each other without the mundane reality of domestic life. Sure, we had business matters to deal with, but we agr...

My phone rang, which was a surprise. I'm not a great one for chatting, and my friends know that. But it was Mary, so she probably didn't want to just talk. Mary and I had a nice, relaxed relationship. We would meet every couple of weeks or so for a drink, a meal or as each other's plus-one for a function. And we would always end up in bed together, and it was always great, because we had similar ideas, likes and dislikes....