Hmmmn, I wonder how we’d meet. Probably arrange to get to know each other over a coffee. It would be a bit strange at first – wondering where this is going to lead. We find a quiet corner with some squishy sofas and start to chat a little about ourselves. I can’t help but let my eyes examine you. The perfect legs encased in nylon peeping out from below a loose skirt. The tight waist and curves of your tits hinted at benea...

I was (and still am) very shy, and had led a very sheltered life. It wasn't until my twenties that my eyes were opened to the fun of sex, and my later preferences probably owe more than a little to an experience I had when still a student. Before my brother got married he had a few parties with his university friends, and I was always invited too. Two of his friends, Rhona and Tony got on well with me, and it would be no...