It was at a summer house party, one or maybe two years after I graduated. Usual thing, loads of people, loads of drink, a house with a huge, dark garden, late at night. I was there with a guy but to be honest, I can’t remember who it was! Kinda says all you need to know about my love life at the time.

Late in the evening, on a bench down the end of the garden, sharing a spliff with my good friend Rose and her housemate Paula, who I knew quite well from parties and the pub though we’d never been close. Rose went back towards the house, for more drink or more weed, or maybe just to dance, I don’t remember.

Paula and I were left on the bench, smoking and giggling about nothing in particular. As I handed her the spliff she took my hand and held it, just lightly, as if she wanted to ask me something. I remember turning to look at her, our faces quite close, ready to ask if she was ok. She held my gaze and I suddenly knew she was going to kiss me. I wasn’t too surprised, I knew she’d had relationships with girls in the past. Read more »

I had asked him earlier that weekend for some bruises, so it wasn’t really a surprise when he came into the bedroom where I was reading and ordered me to strip. It wasn’t that surprising that he started not with a hand in my hair, forcing my head down on his cock (that would come later), but with two fingers in my cunt, curling roughly upwards like he could make them touch the thumb he had on my clit.

He likes to watch me come.

He was still clothed, kneeling up in front of the chair where my naked body slouched, my upturned ass just on the edge of the seat, the perfect height for him to fuck me. We’ve had a lot of great sex in this chair. I hoped that that was happening next, in the moments I had a thought to spare between coming and remembering to breathe. His thumb was hard on my clit, fast and painful, the pain twisting into the pleasure. Read more »