Bøger af Julie Topper

I got caught by the fuzz when looking after John the Weed's cannabis farm. The judge didn't seem to like chavs, so I got a year, actually six months after deductions.When I got out one of my first thoughts was to reacquaint myself with those delights I'd missed out on for those six months.Lots of guys were keen to be with me and I decided that to make things special for them, I would pretend they were the first guy I'd had for six months.That sure put some pep in their pecker.

The last two boyfriends have been a bit of a disappointment. The latest one is on his way out. He's been a bit too presuming, expecting me to do stuff, when I didn't want to.The word on the street is that he's been putting one up local slut, Susan Gallacher. Not that I can trust what they say on Snapchat. They often like to wind you up.If I asked him he would deny it of course.He'd say "Who's that Susan Gallacher? Don't know her."You can never trust a guy when it comes to other women.So, I'm going to have some fun of my own.

Maggie is becoming increasingly bored with her husband.Although very active with her, his sexual style is very conventional and dominating and she is becoming quite frustrated and irritated with him.She decides that she needs to explore her sexuality further and try to get more control over her sex life.One of her female friends lets Maggie use her flat for liasons.She goes onto a online site through which she can meet men, and there follows a series of encounters, through which she regains her confidence to attempt to change her husband.

This is the story of Margie from the early 1980s through to the mid 90's when she was in her early thirties. She had a rather exciting social and sexual life, with various adventures at University, taking part in porno sessions, and culminating in her becoming a high-class escort in London.At the close of this book we find her deciding to abandon this life, having amassed considerable savings, and return to her home town, seeking a more settled lifestyle.This was not to be, as we will read when her story continues in her second book 'Naughty old me.'

Before Jerry goes to university to study mathematical physics he decides to take a summer job working on a construction site.He's a virgin young man working with a crew of older men.They quickly lead him astray setting him up with a number of sexually available older women.During his early encounters, he is told that he has a very large organ, truly a 'whopper', much envied by his workmates.Once women realise this he gets many offers, becoming the construction site stud.He revels in his sexual reputation and prowess, until suddenly everything comes to a sticky end.

After the break up with Kenny I went into a bit of a gloom. I really missed having him in my life, so now he had gone off with someone else, I just seemed to be going through the motions in my life. I dragged myself to work, trying to keep up a good humour, came back to my flat and just lived from day to day. My friend Marie knew what was going on, of course, and she was always trying to get me to go out. A few times I did, really just to please her, but it was a disappointment and I was badly missing the sexual element in my life. Then she suggested I join a sex club. This book tells of my adventures in the Masquerade club.

When I was suddenly dumped by my long term boyfriend my whole life changed. I had to go back to stay with my Mum and had almost no social life. I admit I got a bit depressed by things.Then a new girl, Zoe, started at my work and I soon got to know her quite well. It turned out she was one of a gang of chav girls who went out at weekends looking for a wild time. Zoe asked to join them and I became drawn into many rather exciting nights out, going to wild parties, meeting guys at night clubs and coming across some outrageously weird people.This book is my memories of that wild couple of months when I rediscovered my sexuality.

Me and my mates love the weekends. We meet up and go out together to pubs and clubs in the big midland UK city where we live and work. We have few drinks and lots of laughter, and then try to get chatted up by young men who are usually a bit tensed up and struggling with their hormones. We are always on the lookout for some fun, after all what else are weekends for.I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I'm 23 and I've done boyfriends and I find they quickly become a right bore. What can be worse than sitting at home watching videos with the same man every night, and knowing you're going to get the same style of sex later on as you always get.So I go out with my mates, my little protective group and we look out for guys we can have some fun with. We are all terrible teases and don't make it easy for the guys. I can be rather bad when in the mood. I like being in control. I get great fun from seeing how the different men I meet, attempt to lead me from the chatting up in the pub or club to some explicit sexual action back in his flat, or even in the lane behind the pub.My story begins with me buying some really neat spider web patterned stockings. They must be magic as they led me into some very sexually exciting adventures. This what I remember of a couple of great months last summer.

As we entered our 50s the Missus and me found oursex life waning.There was no way we wanted to split up, as we likedeach other's company. After an incident at a hen nightshe attended, we came to reassess our situation, anddecided that we could revive our sex life by going to aswingers' group.This is my account of how this happened.

I admit it. I'm not a great looker. You could say I'm a bit challenged in the glam department. I'm used to being overlooked by the guys in their search for the beau femme. So I have to strategise to get men. I decided on a dramatic change of style, out with my old rather frumpish clothes and on with some tarty ones. This worked so well, that I decided to write this little book about my adventures.

Sometimes men get you down with their lack of understanding. I developed a medical problem but my boyfriend was really unsympathetic. He got dumped, of course. This rather put me off looking for another guy to fill his place. My friend Tracy persuaded me to stay in the game. I wasn't keen to begin having relationships with guys again. I decided to meet them halfway, as you might say. Having fun with them without them going the full way. There followed a few months when I had plenty of excitement, but it wasn't exactly by eating bananas.

Suzie has this rather irresponsible boyfriend. She doesn't exactly trust him. She knows he goes with other girls. When he went off on a roofing contract for a few weeks to Coventry, Suzie reckoned he would be trying out some of the local girls. She decides that two can play that game. She has a wild two weeks with a number of sexual partners. When her boyfriend returns, he immediately does a runner. Suzie was both wanting some nice hot moments in bed with him and was needing him to fix some things about the house, but now he had abandoned her. She turned to one of his friends for comfort and hopefully some DIY.

I'm lucky to be very good looking. I've added to that by growing my hair long and getting it dyed blonde. I'm eye candy, but I'm no pushover. I can give as good as I get. Guys who mess me about end up regretting it. I'm a master of the put-down. It's easy to make them feel small. They should never underestimate me.Apart from that, I'm a pussy cat. Treat me right, and the gates of pleasure will open wide. I'm totally in control of them. I can give, and I can take away. I can reward, and I can punish. I know my secret power. It comes from being atrociously attractive. I've been blessed with all the attributes. The face of an angel and the body of a tart. Full breasts, delicious thighs, and cheeky inviting lips.I spent much of my early adolescence staring into my bedroom mirror, training my expressions to attract and tease men. Now I'm twenty-one I know from experience exactly how to play the different sorts of guys, to pull them in and make them want me. I've broken a few hearts and cracked a number of balls along the way.

I was dead excited at going to the Art School. I was, after all, finally getting away from the restrictions of Mum and Dad. They mean well I suppose, but it was so uncool for my wild goth spirit to still be living at home.So my life changed, and I became a bit of a free spirit. Luckily, I made friends easily and soon was quite accepted both in the goth community and the Art School crowd. I'm afraid I got a bit of a reputation for being a bit wild, but I blame that on the influence of my flat mate, Jen, lol. She certainly led me astray and introduced me to far too many men, or can you ever have far too many. Anway it was a great year and so much happened, both sexy and funny, that I wrote some of it down in this little book. The totally wild things I had to miss out, but I leave that to your imagination.

Some people call me a freak, but I don't feel that way at all. I am happy to be me. So, I was born with some abnormality. Lots of people are. For most of my early life I didn't even know I wasn't exactly normal. I got taken to doctors and my Dad wanted me to have surgery, but my Mum said no, so I got hormones instead which made no difference, as far as I know. No one knew about my secret except my Dad, Mum and the doctors. It all seemed sort of normal to me. I thought they were making a great fuss about something that didn't matter and that I didn't understand. This is the story of how I came to terms with who I am and how I had lots of fun on the way.

I don't know what got into me. I was tired of my unresponsive boyfriend who was taking me for granted. Through a girl at my work, I got involved in the dogging scene. It really suited me and I dived into this lifestyle for some months. For a while, I became the Queen of the local dog, before I moved on to greater things.

Sure, I'm a Council Estate chav. I know some people look down on you for that, but it's my life and I like it. I'm popular and have loads of friends, so that's what makes life worth living, isn't it. I've got this small flat on the 11th floor of a tower block. You get a good view over the city. I don't work any more. That was a waste of time. So badly paid and they also wanted me to get up too early on Saturdays and Sundays. I do like a long lie in. So I now avoid getting a job. It does mean I don't have much money, but at least I'm free all day. I'm only twenty two, quite small and totally poor, but I still manage to have an exciting life. It's all because of the friends I have. I meet lots of people, other girls and plenty of guys. Last year I even met this author and got put into a book. Everyone has always called me, The Mouse, that's because I'm only five foot two and a size eight. I got that when I was at school and it's stayed with me ever since. I don't mind being The Mouse, it's sort of a cute name. Last year I got my mouse tattoo and most guys think that's why I have that nickname, but it's the other way round.

I was a bit dissatisfied with life with my husband. The children had now left home and he was so busy working, that he did not make much time for me. I was bored and frustrated. Then, through an old friend, I met up with a group of women of my age who liked to go out each Saturday and have a right good night out on the town, usually drinking in bars or going to some night club. This was all a bit innocent, but my friend Janet showed me some ways we could meet up with men and have some real fun. We had a rather wild time which I tell you about in my book. My husband didn't seem to mind and appeared to have no idea of what I was really up to on those nights out. He realised it was making me more confident and a great deal happier, and it led to us getting closer. You wouldn't believe that those nights out saved my marriage.

Erotic writer Julie Topper, imagines her vagina telling its story, sharing its insights into the development of her sex life. The book is both wickedly funny and has Julie's outrageously explicit descriptions of sexuality. Julie is a well known British writer with twenty-eight very explicit erotic books to her name.

So, I like women. I'm a guy after all. Some of my mates say I'm a bit of a predator. I prefer to think that I just try my best to charm them. In the past, I had quite a few girlfriends, but I'm now more of a one-night bandit. That's partly down to the fact that I like going out with my best mate Danny and girlfriends get in the way of that. I'm often round at his place or he is at my flat.The girlfriend thing is nice to start with, when you and she are all exploring and getting to know each other, but after a few months, they seem to want to control you, monopolise your time, stop you going out with your friends, or worse than that, want to tag along. So, I've moved on and prefer to chase after women, usually in one of the clubs or pubs that Danny and I go to.

I'm thirty-nine and work in a bar. I always wear a pair of tight blue jeans.At weekends, I'm often out with one of my friends to one of the nightclubs, trying to pick up guys. Then a new part-timer comes to work in the bar.He's a young student, and delightfully slim and attractive. Through him, I get drawn into a group of young students, who somehow find me different and attractive. I don't say no to their attentions so I had a fun-filledcouple of months.

I don't know what got into me. I was tired of my unresponsive boyfriend who was taking me for granted. Through a girl at my work, I got involved in the dogging scene. It really suited me and I dived into this lifestyle for some months. For a while, I became the Queen of the local dog, before I moved on to greater things.

I've been in the escort game for over three years now. I'm a bit of an old hand at it. It's been good to me. I love my beautiful silver sports car, the old farmhouse cottage I have to relax in, all the stuff I have in my town flat. It's Wednesday, the first day of my working week. I take Sundays to Tuesdays off, unless there's a well paid special arranged. So I decided to write down everything that happened during this week and after a bit of editing, it has become this book.

I was trying to save some money to help me go to University, but I knew that would take me ten years of working part time in bar. Luckily, I met a nice woman at a party and she said I should try working in a massage parlour. It turned out she knew people in the business. So with her help I got a job in a parlour called Femmes. My book is based on what happened to me there, partly with the clients but also with the amazing group of girls I then got to know. As with my other books, there are lots of sexy bits, but also I often see things in a humorous way. I may have stepped into the seedy side of life for that time, but I'm not seedy myself. I managed to have fun and was always ready to see the humour in the things that happened there.

You might have read about my earlier adventures as an art student.Now I'm back for my second year in the art school. I get this idea to make castings into brass metal resin of guys intimate bits, so I get labelled as a phallo-caster.Making the castings from life is great fun, both for me and for my living models.I create an amazing sculptural art piece, which disturbs and even angers some people, while others find it deliciously amusing.It certainly gets me known.