AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past. As the reader, I leave it up to you to decide the year or decade. For starters, you might enjoy reading Shari Holds a Torch, the first story in the series. This story features large age differences, student-teacher dynamic, strap-on, and anal sex. If this sort of story is not your thing, skip this....
Chapter 01: Introducing Rose I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, having finished my shower. There was a towel around my waist and another on my head, wrapped around my long red hair. I had dried myself after the shower and was gently rubbing moisturiser into my breasts. As a natural redhead I have pale skin and my mother always said the secret t...
Part 1 – Loving in Italy – We Move to Italy . . . and Meet Tessa: started with Jim's and my arrival in Italy. Tessa picked us up at the airport and left us at our private villa on the beautiful Italian Amalfi coast. We'd played and made love in the pool and then discovered Tessa watching . . . ~~~~~~~~~~ I wasn't sure what to think - or do – with Jim and I...
When I entered high school, our gym teacher, Miss Preston, made sure that all of us showered after each gym session. And she would stand in the shower area and watch all of us showering while she idly twirled her short blonde hair in her fingers. None of us at the time thought anything of her watching us. We were too busy watching each other. As for myself,...
Kathy threw the minivan in park and came to a stop in Gina's driveway. She felt a little guilty. Gina was her best friend at work and they had known each other for a little over a year. Gina had asked her to visit many times in the last couple months since her and Dave had bought their new house, but Kathy had two kids she was raising alone and when she wasn...
I was straight - or so I thought. I made it to my senior year of high school believing I was straight. But that all changed when the new girl moved to town. The day started out like any other - I got up, took a shower, and got ready for school. I hated my school uniform. The plaid skirt was out of style, and the tight black sweater was itchy. I went to hom...
Lyn rubbed her raw, red cheeks flinching as her hands moved across her burning flesh. The bench was being placed in the center of the mat while Lyn massaged her ass. Sue was rummaging around in the locker room where the two legal combatants prepared for their match. The crowd was enjoying Lyn's predicament of being the only naked person in the building....
I love the gym at night. No one around, no stares from the corner of men’s eyes and no whining kids asking if they can go yet. I have a set routine that begins around 11:30 p.m. when I get off work. I am a night person because the most fun happens at night or so I believe. I was working my upper body with the free weights when a redheaded women entered the...
There was a routine to her day and she hated the constraint of it. This was what her life had become and she had dreaded it at twenty and now she had meekly acquiesced. A compliance made more bitter by the trappings of middle class respectability that bound her to a narrow social claustrophobia. There had been many attempts to break out, flirtations with fre...
How I found bisexuality and a complete new world. I met her at the gym. We went there at roughly the same time a few days each week. After a couple of weeks we acknowledged each other with a nod and a smile, after another few weeks it was "hello," and after another week or so it was "how are you?" That was followed in the forthcoming months by longer chats...