Year 1987, I was 19. I had always been a late bloomer. When my friends are dating and enjoying their sexual exploration, I was a conscientious student. If not doing homework, I spent my weekends going to libraries and reading books, or browsing second hand ones to buy on my meagre allowance. Tuck at the back of this small bookshop in our town was a bin full of discarded books. Some have water damage, others without cover....

It's a nice sunny day, sunlight shining through the window of my small souvenir shop. Quiet than normal, maybe cos it's the middle of the week. Feeling hot and flushed in this weather, I loosened a few buttons on the satin top I'm wearing. Silly me for wearing such material in this heat. It's clinging on my skin, moulding my small breasts. I hope something exciting comes up soon I thought, I'm bored. The door opened and a...

We met up through a dating site. I was lonely after a break up of a long marriage. I want to feel desired again, yearning for the touch of a man who appreciates a 50 plus body, changed by age and childbirth. When I first saw his photo, I was hooked. I like his look: tall, large man, with lovely eyes and a charming smile. Somehow, the photo exudes sexual appeal and naughtiness. I messaged him and said hello. I wasn't sure...