(My e-mail exchanges and instant chats with Natalie continued apace. With some editing from me to correct much mis-spelling in the excitement of the moment. I have kept the capitals though - regarded as a raised voice in this context.) * Oh Sarah. That was a fantastic session yesterday - do you know that you took my internet virginity! And it was so marvel...
"Uh, Mom?" "Yeah Sweetie, what is it?" Theresa Johnson looked up at her oldest daughter while she fixed sack lunches for her two other daughters before they left for school. Becca Johnson was profoundly uncomfortable facing her mother. She was sent to talk to her mother about an uncomfortable subject not because, at 19, she was the oldest of three girls b...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. Also, if you are looking for a stroke story, this probably is not it. This is a fairly long one with a minimum amount of sex in it. *.* Terri Tric...
Sally was cleaning up at Shepherd's Bar, a roadhouse out on Rt 62. I was past closing time, but she knew there was a party out back, because people didn't want to stop drinking just because the liquor laws said otherwise, and there was good money to be made in catering to that impulse. So long as things stayed quiet the cops wouldn't pay attention, for the v...
This is another in a series of true-life sexual experiences that I've had over the years. I tell this tale and others with realistic language and descriptions as close to what actually happened as I can remember. I do not engage in the unrealistic, silly moaning and screaming that real people seldom engage in. This really happened. I am not relating a fantas...
Angela Gordon didn't feel comfortable around her 18-year-old daughter's new friends. They were of a rough type that she had always avoided. Jackie had met them at the factory where she worked. Two of them, Bobbie and Sheila, were downstairs now, watching television with Jackie. Angela had excused herself and gone to bed. She had read for a while and was abou...
Author's note: Although the idea is clearly inspired by a certain Disney Channel sitcom, I've never cared much for the show (or its star). But I've always been intrigued by the idea of someone having to keep a secret identity (probably from all the superhero comics I read as a kid), and by the question of just how far—sexually—someone could go and still ret...
Mrs. Taylor woke up feeling refreshed and well. Previously, she'd had a few problems sleeping after some of her earliest encounters but her then boyfriend, now husband, helped her deal with that. She got out of bed, used the bathroom and wondered down to the kitchen. Mrs. Taylor felt slightly uneasy about her night with Michelle. The girl was almost complet...
Chapter One As a responsible member of the upper sixth Angie didn't have to wear a uniform. She had, however, settled on a sort of uniform of her own. Consisting of Doc's, jeans and a sweatshirt or a T, it wasn't a million miles away from the way she dressed out of school. Face it: with a build like hers she wasn't going to wear anything girly, was she? A...
Cynthia Ashton sat up in her bed and reached for the television remote as the credits for the 11 o'clock news scrolled across the screen. The sitcom that they reran after the news was one that the thirty-seven year old had seen so many times as to be able to recite most of the dialogue. The screen faded to black as she hit the off button and not for the fi...