The wind bit into my neck like an angry dog with teeth of ice. If I could, I would have bitten back. But fighting my way up Fifth Avenue through the blizzard was already taking up all the energy I had. As for my spirit, let me just say that it was already April and winter simply was not letting up. If global warming didn’t kick in soon, I was going to punch another hole in the ozone layer myself. I suppose I would’ve been in a bad mood even if it had been seventy degrees and sunny. My chosen line of work, doing voiceovers for radio and television commercials, wasn’t paying the bills like it used to. There’d been a time when my phone was ringing off the hook with offers for work. But these things go in cycles, and lately there’d been a new set of voices in demand, and mine wasn’t one of them. So when I read in the newspaper about an organisation that arranged for volunteers to read to senior citizens who could no longer read for themselves, I decided to give it a try. It sounded like a good way to forget my own troubles for a few hours a week, and to keep my voice in shape while waiting for my career to pick up again. That’s how I’d come to know Alice. She was 83 years old, and friendly enough, although she didn’t say much. She enjoyed having me read aloud to her, but mostly I think she just liked having company in the afternoon while her daughter and son-in-law were at work. She always offered me tea and snacks and did her best to make me feel as though I was visiting a friend and not just some ‘old lady on the Upper East Side’, which is how she sometimes referred to herself.
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I’m a married man, I’ve been with my wife for about 38 years and she’s a great lady she have lovely big breasts and is as fit as fuck. We have three grown-up kids together and have always got along very well. We’ve always been fairly vanilla and just a normal married couple.
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Helmets to the fore and hoses to the ready! Martin rushed through the open door of the hail of residence to find… Well, girls — lots of girls, standing, sitting and valking up and down the long wide stair-vay. Girls in jumpers and jeans, in lacy tops and ankle-length skirts.
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Sammi, a 42-year-old secretary who lives in West London and has recently undergone gender reassignment surgery: ‘All my life, I knew that I was living in the wrong body. Having a penis felt strange and alien, and I just wanted to be rid of it. That said, it took me a long time to find the right sort of counselling and a GP who was sympathetic to my needs. I suppose they need to make sure that you are serious about gender reassignment and are aware of just what a long and serious process it is. Eventually, after much discussion, I was put on female hormones and began the process of living full-time as a wom¬an. At first, I was never convinced I could pass successfully, but as time went on and my body shape began to change, I began to feel more confident as Sammi.
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Dean, a 31 -year-old mechanic from Stoke who has been married for five years: ‘I lost my virginity to a girl called Jill, who was the daughter of the bloke who owned the first garage I ever worked in. She would often come down to the garage at locking-up time to ask her dad for a lift home from town, and she and I would chat about bands we liked and stuff like that. It was obvious we both fancied each other, and it wasn’t long before we started going out. Our dates would usually end with us kissing and groping in my battered old Ford Escort before I dropped her off at her parents’ home. We both knew sex would soon be on the agenda, but as we were both virgins we wanted the situation to be right. Read the rest of this entry »

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. Read the rest of this entry »

Nigel, a 43-year-old stockbroker from Woking, who is divorced: ‘I was still a virgin when I went to university, which I don’t think is that unusual, even in this day and age. Where I was differ¬ent from most other people in my year in that I’d I never even been out on a date. If I’m honest, I was scared of girls. Read the rest of this entry »

Following on from last issue’s sexual revolution; I am now the successful leader of a 152-strong sex cult. The downside of my latest venture being since creating my own religious sect, I haven’t had any hot sex, at all. Except for with myself of course. (The fires of hell burn forever strong when it comes to self-loving…) Sadly, I fear my plans to take over the world — sorry, I mean fill the universe with love and romance — may have backfired, at least in terms of personal fulfilment. Thankfully my cult devo-tees seem to be happy, and I’ve had lots of reports back regarding my weekly tasks, where they all claim to be having a marvel¬lous time spreading the word of love, or generally just getting laid. Whether or not this has anything to do with the wisdom of my cult leadership, we’ll never know, but as long I’m not getting any action, I do like the idea of being partially responsible for at least some hot loving in the world.
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I never thought when I married my wife, Betty, that I would let another man fuck her. However, we’d been married six years, Betty was 29 and we’d always been over¬sexed but now she seemed to want sex all the time.

I was working with a young guy named Paul, and on this particular day he said I looked knackered. I replied that I was as I’d fucked my wife when I’d gone to bed and she’d woken me up twice to fuck her again. Paul grinned, then said, ‘It looks like you could do with some help. You’ll have to let me come round and shag her.’ Read the rest of this entry »

My beautiful wife, Helen, and I have been married for five years and for the vast majority of this time I have been her very willing slave. Helen is thirty years old and is my fantasy woman. She is five foot three tall, petite, with fantastic legs and beautiful long, dark hair. She loves to dominate me as much as I love to submit. Read the rest of this entry »