It's not often that a book like this comes along - an explicit, saucy and confessional memoir about real life sexual encounters with strangers - by a self confessed female 'sex fiend'. It's the kind of book that sexually charged women will read with a wry smile on their faces, and men will be more than a little aroused by. Abby's tales of her bedroom antics, and very graphic descriptions of her fucking techniques, lustful masturbation sessions and general fixation on sex are sure to please anyone who fancies something titillating to get them in the mood.

As a porn connoisseur, I was pretty turned on by how sexually motivated the author is. So much of porn is about availability, easy access, hence the popularity of skimpy outfits, and stockings and suspenders. There's nothing sexier than a woman who's totally and utterly ready and gagging for sex 24 hours a day, and this describes Abby perfectly. Chasing down cock like a heat seeking missile, she trawls the internet, bars, clubs and all her friends' mates for men that want to have some fun.

But it's not all graphic horny encounters, blow by blow - these are interspersed with hilarious but fairly instructional 'guide' sections for both men and women, ranging from "The Girls' Guide To Cock Size", "Top Ten Guide Of Chatting Someone Up", "Top Ten Guide To One Night Stands for Men", "The Girls' Guide To Fuck Buddies".

You'll also learn a lot about what some women get turned on by, even when they're not quite as randy as Abby. You'll learn how to talk to them to get them up for sex, how to handle them in bed, what they really fantasise about, and much more.

And the best thing is, the book is full of laugh out loud moments as Abby brutally honestly describes her most embarrassing and unintentionally funny thoughts and actions, writing in the safe anonymity of a pseudonym. Sadly, her real identity was recently outed by the press, meaning this is probably the best writing we'll ever see from her, as who wants their parents to know about their sluttiest sexual secrets?

Here's an extract of said secrets to get your juices flowing, as it were...

“I’m not sure I can take much more of this” I said, as my thumb circled the tip of his cock. He moaned as his cock stiffened against my touch and looked at me, the frustration in his eyes clearly showing.

So, instead, for the last half an hour, I had surreptitiously hidden my hand underneath his shirt and was gently rubbing his swollen cock through his jeans with my fingers.

“God your cock is hard” I remarked, slightly shocked by the response I was getting from the light touch I was giving him. “This is driving me crazy; I just want to take it out now and grab it.”

“Fuck, I can’t stand this” I said, as I pressed my palm down onto his throbbing cock, “I want your cock inside me now”

Ok, so I had already crossed the friendship barrier, by giving him my finger covered in my pussy juices. I had most definitely pushed professional boundaries by orgasming four times on his hand, as he rubbed me. Would having his cock inside me have any more meaning, other than giving me the pleasure I had been craving all night?

There was no turning back. I had to fuck him – and fast.

I continued, somewhat excitedly: “You could follow me in, and have a seat on the toilet. I could just lift my dress and then sit on your cock. How does that sound?”

He removed his hand from my pussy as I started to get up. “You do realise you are going to leave a huge wet patch on the seat, don’t you?” he joked, mocking me.

“Fuck it, its leather, no-one will notice” I responded, somewhat unconvincingly, as I worried I could see a small puddle of liquid I had left on the couch, being reflected by the ceiling lights.

“Your dress is fine” he said, noticing me trying to adjust it, and at the time I believed him, so just walked straight into the toilet.

He followed me in and within moments we were locked in the cubicle, his hands freeing my breasts from my dress and bra, my hands tearing down his jeans to free his cock.

And as he entered me and I heard him groan, I felt my orgasm build and increase in its immensity; the moment he released his, I let go, grabbing hold of him hard as I came like a fucking train.

We sat there, sweaty, shaking and laughing, the release we had both needed, finally happening. But when he then started to play with my nipples, he set me off again, and gripping hold of him, I came hard once more.

“Sorry about that” I said, “you started me up again, I knew there was one more waiting to come out. Six orgasms in one night – I think I owe you. Perhaps we should try this again sometime, without the confines of a toilet cubicle”

He agreed and laughed and kissed me once more. After a little while, we disconnected, fixed our clothing and left the bar, and saying goodnight, I made my way to my night bus.

It was only when I sat down that I realised just how wrong he had been about my dress. Not only was it absolutely soaked, but looking at it later, I discovered my come all over it too.

Not a bad thing, but it certainly explained all the stares I got from people as I made my way home.

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