I’m living in a hall of residence at what I will refer to as the ‘University Of My Higher Education’. If I were to tell you which university I actually attend, I would be in a lot of trouble.

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My fantasy is about the bloke who runs the garage where I get my car serviced, and it goes something like this:

I am at home on my own for the weekend. I’ve done all the housework and laundry. It’s time for my favourite Anna Span porn film, a glass of vodka and lemonade and some fun with my vibrator. I put the DVD in, hit the play button and sit on the settee. Then there is a knock on the door. No! I think. Not now! But I turn off the DVD player and get up to answer the door. I look through the peephole and cannot believe my eyes. It’s him! At my door!

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Sian, a 25-year-old nursery nurse from Newport who is married to Tom: ‘It might sound old-fashioned to admit that I actually lost my virginity on my wedding night, but that’s what hap¬pened. I’m from a family with strong religious values, and though I don’t believe everyone should abstain from sex before marriage, it was something which was always personally important to me. Tom, my husband, is 12 years older than me, and we originally met when I was 16, as he was one of the tutors I had when I was doing my A-levels. As soon as I saw him, I had this funny feeling that one day we would end up together, and he later said the same thing, but obviously given my age and the teacher-pupil re-lationship between us, acting on those feelings would have been wrong and an abuse of power on his part. So I dated boys of my own age, but I still hankered after Tom, and I remained a virgin be-, cause I knew I wasn’t going to marry I any of these lads. I did split up with one or two because they tried to put pressure on me to lose my virginity to them, and once they knew I wasn’t up for it they started telling me I was frigid and rubbish like that. But I stuck to my principles because I knew what I was doing was right for me.

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I’ve recently discovered that my husband has started masturbating on his own. We’ve been married for five years and I know he’s never done it before. I came home from work one night (I work shifts) and caught him in the lounge, watching a hardcore sex video and stroking his cock. I was so shocked at the sight, and I just went mad. He tells me it doesn’t mean anything, but I’m devastated.

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I have just read you’re a letter headed Cottage Industry and wonder if you could advise on my situation which is not totally different. Like the author of that letter, I ended up with money problems. I lived with a man for about 12 years before he walked out on me leaving me with a couple of sons aged nine and 11.

I am not greedy. I just find it hard to pay for such things as new shoes and decent clothes for the boys, as well as healthy food and school trips. I guess that many of your readers are well off and think that someone like me is sponging off the social security and gets enough benefits to live a life of Reilly. Well, it just doesn’t happen. I have to scrimp and scrape just to pay for our small flat and this last Christmas I had hardly enough to buy jus1! one present for each of the boys.

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Last night around ten, I realised I needed a job. I looked down at my attire. It was Laicise; but it was in that going-out sort of way, not in that professional sort of way. Don’t do it, I warned myself. You’re three sheets to the wind and you’re dressed like a slut. Don’t even think about it…

A pair of automatic doors slid open in front of me, and I found myself stumbling up to the customer service desk of the biggest superstore in town.

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I realised I was bi-curious about a year ago, and I wanted to get to know a woman who could help me experiment with my feelings, but living in quite a small village where everyone knows everyone’s busi-ness, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy to meet someone locally. That’s why I decided to go online and see if I could meet someone through one of the adult contact sites.

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Gina looked up from her dogeared I paperback, frowning suddenly. The train had been in this position for at least ten minutes, and it had taken her as long to realise.

Peering through the window, she could see only darkness and fog. The seven-thirty train from Edinburgh to London appeared to be stalling.

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I’ve heard about men having wet dreams, but I don’t know if any of your other female readers are like me, and have them, too! It doesn’t matter whether I’m single or with someone; I regularly find myself dream¬ing about myself having incredibly hot sex sessions.

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“Rosie, would you pass the salad?”
“Ummmmmm.”
“The salad, Rosie … Rosie! I don’t know where your mind is tonight, honey. Please. May I have the salad bowl?”
“Oh! Aunt Belle, I’m so sorry. I guess I was, uh, daydreaming.” The girl tried to bring her mind back to the dinner table but it wasn’t easy. Fortunately, both Tom and Gary were off somewhere. Still she was as conscious of Tom as if he sat across the table from her. Her breasts felt swollen and rubben on the thin blouse she wore. Her short skirt tickled her bare thighs. Her brief under-panties clasped her pussy like a hand. She’d spent a lot of time under the shower, but she couldn’t wash off the memory of her lover from her skin.

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