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My new girlfriend is about to unleash a side of myself that's wilder than I've ever before seen. I'm just a little bit late to the party when it comes to my sexuality. Growing up, I was what you might call a closeted lesbian, and it took entering into college to break me out of my shell as far as that was concerned. I suppose I should be considered a fully grown adult now, but my squeamishness when it comes to sexual matters has remained largely intact for some time now.

Mark is having trouble sleeping. In many ways, his life is precisely what he's always wanted it to be - he has an ideal job, a gorgeous, sexy girlfriend, and is making a decent amount of money. But he has a problem - at work, he finds himself driven to distraction by his boss, Mr. Rochester, and suffers an unbearable attraction to the man, despite his own supposed heterosexuality. He vows to stay late at the office the following evening in order to catch up on all the work his dirty thoughts have distracted him from.

One day, I decide to go to an art exhibit full of historical paintings, where I come across a beautiful woman who smiles at me when she sees me. Even though I can tell she's flirting with me, I just can't get past my ass anxiety to go up and talk to her. That is, until I pass a painting of my namesake Attila the Hun, and suddenly, I'm transformed into the spitting image of the powerful warlord himself. Now, I take the woman of my fantasies in an embrace and the two of us kiss, and soon, I'm whisking her away.

Gabrielle has spent her entire life as a secret, closeted lesbian, and in her early 30s she feels she's missed her opportunity to explore her hidden fantasies. She works as a maker of dresses, largely as a means of showing her admiration for the female form, and begins to think that her job is as much a meaningless aspect of her life as any. There is one bright spot in her routine, however, and that comes in the form of her brightest and most chipper regular customer, 22-year-old blonde bombshell Elizabeth.

I have a feeling that my boss, Mr. Dixon, is attracted to me. I always catch Mr. Dixon studying me when he thinks I'm not looking. Secretly, though, despite his seemingly lurid intentions, my real attraction is to women, and although I'm too shy to be open about it, I'm truly a lesbian at heart. I luck out big time, however, when I discover that Mr. Dixon's interest me is on behalf of his daughter - who seeks to have a lesbian threesome with her best friend and another lucky lady, who might just turn out to be me.

Reading can give you a pretty dirty imagination if you're not careful.... Lindsay's always been something of a shy girl. She's 18 and a virgin, and not at all ready for her induction into the hyper-sexual world of college life. For whatever reason, she's always found the idea of sex with men intimidating. And although she finds women attractive, and is a lot more at ease in the presence of a female, she's never really come to consider herself a lesbian, either. Her introduction to her own sexuality, then, comes when she happens to discover a book series of erotic literature and finds herself fascinated by it.

I'm lying in bed one night, staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep from anxiety. In a few hours, I'll be starting my new job at a successful company, and I'm concerned that my first day there could either make or break me. Soon, however, I find myself drifting off to sleep, and when I do, I have quite the Freudian nightmare. For whatever reason, I have the strangest dream of becoming intimate with my new boss, Mr. Jones, right in the middle of my new office, and I wake up screaming and soaked with sweat. And other fluids....

For years now, I've harbored a secret gay crush on my best friend, Kyle. The two of us have been extremely close since high school, but all this time, I don't think he's had any inkling whatsoever as to my sexual orientation. He's about to get married now, and I decide to act at last in fear that I might never again have the opportunity to do so. The two of us are on a camping trip together, drunk as skunks, when I seduce him in our tent, and the two of us make sticky, passionate love.

Malcolm always felt like there was something inside him that was different from everyone else around him; he just was never able to place his finger right on it...until now. Landing a new job and a new group of friends, Malcolm begins to open up to a new world that he never even knew existed before. A world of sensational sex, lust, and flamboyancy....

I've always been pretty damn nervous around my boss Mr. Atkins, and understandably so. Although I'm sure everyone tends to get antsy around their employers, the case is especially severe in Mr. Atkins' presence.

A large part of why I work so much is because I want the best life possible for the two of us, and as I'm leaving the office late one evening, I try not to let myself feel too bad about it. That is, until suddenly I'm kidnapped and thrown into a van from right off of the street, and taken to an unknown facility scared out of my wits. When I next see light, I'm in a vacant brick room with a dirty concrete floor. And it just so happens that my kidnapper has some very sadistic things in mind for me....

I'm pulled, still in my bed, up into the air onto an alien spacecraft, where I encounter two absolutely gorgeous extraterrestrial life forms. As it turns out, they're on a mission to study the ins and outs of human sexuality, and they might just want to use me as a test subject....

Dee and her family take a trip to their Alaska home, where she has not been since she was a teenager. She hopes that the change of environment will be good for her during this vacation, but she is not prepared when she meets a neighbor of theirs there: the hot and handsome Jessie. The next day, she wanders around and gets lost in a sudden Alaskan blizzard. But luckily, Jessie finds her and takes her to a nearby cave for shelter.

Just when I think I've sworn off men for good, I find myself abducted and probed so thoroughly that I might never come back from it.... I've always been a bit on the curvier side, and though that shouldn't really bother me that much, it does. I know curvy women are attractive, but I've always felt insecure about myself and anxious as a result.

I've always been a shyer girl, especially when it comes to matters of romance and intimacy. A freshman in college, I feel completely cut off from the people around me who party and rabble rouse, lesbians kissing at parties and dancers bumping and grinding....

I am going to get laid tonight, even if it takes going out of this world to do so.... Tonight is the night of my 22nd birthday, and I am not in a cheerful mood. I'm depressed because, after having so long ago entered sexual maturity, I have yet to lose my virginity. I'm not an unattractive girl by any means, but my shy, often prudish-seeming nature has made it next to impossible for me to get screwed, despite several promising, but failed efforts over the years.

This mindset of having to be a good little girl has made things difficult for me in the sexually charged atmosphere of the university campus, my v-card proving an impossible thing for me to get rid of due to my deeply enforced prudish nature. Things are about to change, however, when I follow up on an advertisement posted on a local bulletin board, thinking that I'm about to sign up for a medical study...when in actuality I find myself in the clutches of a green-skinned alien life form, whose probing of me will prove to be quite the intimate affair....

Lately, I just can't seem to sit still. I squirm constantly in my seat as I wait at the doctor's office, unable to clear my head and feeling constantly as though I'm under scrutiny from those around me. For instance, there is this woman sitting across from me with her girlfriend, staring at me, and instantly my mind begins to reel, fantasizing about the three of us making love, even despite the fact that I've always considered myself as straight as a damn arrow.

Up to this point in my life, I've always considered myself as straight as a damn arrow. I've always been a popular girl, and I'm currently dating a well-endowed stud who regularly plows me in his bedroom whenever I feel like it. But lately, my interest in sex has been changing slightly. I don't know if it's the stress of getting ready to start my first semester of college or what, but I'm finding my erotic thoughts have been gravitating toward females more often than not, and I'm not sure what exactly I should do about the fact.

When I first arrived at my mother's reception, I never imagined that I would meet the most attractive man I had ever seen: dark hair, piercing eyes, and a lazy, confident smile...there was no way I could resist him. I never, ever imagined that my mother would make an announcement on that very same night that she had gotten married to his father. Of course, I was devastated. I could certainly never be involved with my stepbrother....