"Mike, mate, you're going to love this!" Zander grinned at me from the driver's seat, drumming his hands on the steering wheel in time with the music blasting from the speakers. I adjusted my glasses and looked out at the muddy field we were turning into. Cars and vans of every description were parked haphazardly across the grass, and in the distance I could see the stages and tents of the festival site. "Yeah," I said, t...

It was a Tuesday evening and the late-October sky was quickly turning dark. I was leaving work when my phone buzzed. Christina: I’m feeling... frisky. Coffee? I looked down and laughed. I quickly responded, asking for an address. I then let her know that I was on my way. Twenty minutes later, I walked into a quaint independent coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a wine bar. I went to the counter and ordered a latte...

The truth was obvious: they were horrible at sex. John and Beth had met as virgins in high school. They fell in love and were exclusive until they married as virgins. The barrage of religious-fueled “You’ll go to hell!” admonishments from family about sex and a lack of sex education (their families did not believe in it) were substantial walls they had a difficult time climbing. They loved each other without question. On...

The cold hit more than usual that morning, but I didn’t care. I was already half-wet before I stepped out the door, the flannel shirt sticking to my skin where it brushed bare curves. My nipples ached under the fabric. I wanted to feel him shiver when I slid the shirt open and pulled him in. I stepped out into the clearing. Empty. The mist clung low over the frost. Trees stood still. But no one was waiting. I stood there,...

My name is Trish, short for Patricia. This is the story of my first genuine love. I just turned sixteen in the year 1974. I lived in a small southern town that was mostly mixed with mill factory families and army military families. The town was next to a large army base that trained Airborne Rangers. The Vietnam War was basically over. Peace, love, and rock ‘n’ roll were in the air. My dad was a sergeant in the Army. He h...

"That serves me right for complaining about it being hot and sticky earlier," Becky said as Mike opened the communal door to the flats he and his new neighhbour lived in. Mike had helped Becky carry a few boxes upstairs when she moved in, and they had spoken briefly. This time, however, Becky just wanted to vent her spleen, having been caught in a thunderstorm that left her soaked by the time she got home from work. "Once...

There are many ways people hide their shyness. Some methods are more successful and logical than others. Being introverted can also be situational. I saw that in myself. I travelled to many places people thought were dangerous. My choices seemed foolhardy to some, but this was my place to be me. While travelling through five continents, separated by work to finance it all, I lived life to the full. I drank just a little a...

"I'm on the look-out for prey tonight, but you're still on your 'nun run', aren't you?" Debbie said to Maria with a frown. The 'nun run' was the name Debbie had given to Maria's decision to have a period of celibacy, following a particularly wild six months spent ticking as many different new sexual experience boxes as she could. Maria confirmed to Debbie there were still two weeks left of the project to run, although she...