Chapter 3: Sex Education - The Girls Right, 1½ hours. Here I go… After a momentary glimpse of the grey featureless plain I was back in the classroom just as Rachel was tearing her clothes off. Now naked, she dropped to her knees in front of me. The delicate looking girl reached forwards to grasp my massive cock with both hands, one above the other and had...
**I apologize for the broken paragraphs but they were too long in their original form. I would like to mention that this is my first story and may not be up to the same level as other stories, constructive criticism would be very much appreciated.** I had finished getting dressed for the big night. My girlfriend and I had been going out for a while now and...
I remember it as though it happened yesterday. My first time with you; my first time with any man. It was my eighteenth birthday, and you were a close friend of the family. You gave me the best gift I have ever received. I close my eyes and once more I feel you gently pull me onto your lap. Your hand caresses the soft skin of my thigh and you whisper in my e...
The streets were darker than usual as we left the concert hall. My girlfriends and I had just attended a concert by our favourite group, and we were all exhausted from our cheering, but high on excitement as we headed home on foot. "That was the best concert I've ever seen!" Tanya exclaimed. "It was definitely a damn fine birthday present!" I grinned, "Tha...
Sandy had moved in on Sunday. Monday morning, Mary started keeping secrets. They multiplied fast, and she got better at lying even faster. She was almost proud of it. Mary told her mother her budget wasn't working out after all. Mum was incredibly sweet about it. She wouldn't hear Mary apologize or put herself down. Paying your way through college was hard...
In recent months I've had the pleasure of a reunion of sorts with Elaine, the Danish lass who I wrote about in chapter 12 or so of my confessions. Now I've not climbed in between the sheets with her, it was more a case of us collectively running thru the weird and wonderful things that turn us on, or off as the case may be. Now I won't get too carried away...
(Of course, everyone here is over 18. He was 22. I was 21. So, it's okay to talk about sex. He agreed to share these letters we saved with you.) * Dear Boyfriend, Don't think because I don't use your name that I'm recycling this letter. I have only one boyfriend, you, and I know your name. I said it in your ear last night, just before I bit your earlobe...
Geena was so mad she wanted to break everything in her house. Dave had used her, but she didn't see it until now. Actually, she didn't want to see it until now. Those smoky eyes, his easy-going laugh, how he charmed her into having sex with him. Not just one time, but many. And Geena, always aiming to please him, gave him blow job after blow job when he ra...
The actual name of the place was Glen Fortney but the bleak nature of the Scottish land and the depressed economy brought on by the harshest of weather and seemingly annual destruction of crops and deaths of much of the livestock had given the holding a new name in the minds and quietly spoken words of the more than a thousand people. It was 1768 and these s...
Last time, I blamed it on her birthday. Lots of alcohol, a very late night, and an almost understandable confusion. That was the combination that led me to fucking my wife while she thought it was my son-in-law. Maybe it wasn't completely understandable, but at the same time I had no right to be jealous. I had taken full advantage of her... including her tig...