Angela’s Erotic Journal

My name is Angela. I’m 23 years old, and last year I started working for a well known women’s magazine as a junior assistant. Well, I may have a degree in journalism, but everybody has to start somewhere. And just yesterday, after a year of photocopying, cutting and pasting and making coffee for everyone, I got my big break.

Jennifer, the editor of the magazine, called me into her office. At first I thought I was in trouble – she’s one scary lady when she’s angry – but it turned out she had an idea for a new feature, and she thought I’d be perfect for it. The column is going to be called “69 Ways to Give and Get an Orgasm without Penetration”. Well, as you can imagine, after she told me that I could hardly speak for a moment. I’d been thinking maybe a couple of short articles about scatter cushions or something. But Jennifer explained that there are a lot of people out there – men and women – who although they may have a lot of sexual experience, feel that they are not being imaginative enough when it comes to foreplay, and would maybe like to pick up some ideas to help them to please their partner and feel more sexually fulfilled themselves. And that’s my job – to do the research for them. After all, she explained, we can’t go recommending techniques and tips if we haven’t road tested them ourselves. I have to try things out, decide how I feel about them, and then write about it. Simple.

Since you, my future readers, are going to be spending a lot of time imagining me in the altogether in the near future – what a strange thought – I suppose I had better give you some idea of what I look like. I’m blonde – more gold-blonde than real blonde, but still – and I wear my hair in a bob. My eyes are blue/green depending on the light. I’m 5 foot 4, and on a good day I describe myself as slim. At least, my waist is slim, but my arse is a “real handful” as an ex- boyfriend charmingly put it. My boobs match my arse, but at least they are still high and fairly perky. Overall, I’d say I’m fairly happy with the way I look, except of course after a particularly rowdy night out, or one too many boxes of chocolate at Christmas.

So off I go, on a voyage of sexual discovery. I just hope I can persuade Rob, my boyfriend of three months, to join me...