Fortunately, or unfortunately, I am not really sure, I never did have to make the decision as an eighteen year as to whether I would show my brothers more of my pussy. Shortly after my parents were involved in a motor vehicle accident, which fortunately they survived but my Mum was going to be in hospital for a period of months as she had sustained a number...
I sat on a beach chair stroking my dick. It was nice. My dick liked the fresh air. I liked masturbating outside. The possibility of being caught reminded me of having sex at boarding school. In order to have sex at boarding school you would have to go into the woods or sneak into a classroom at night. Getting caught was easy. One time the entire track team d...
It was September 5th, the first day of her senior year, 5 am. Morgana Felicity Avingone, or Morgan for short, had turned 18 just a week earlier and awoke in a drowsy state that normally accompanies 5am. It was still warm out and as she stretched attempting to open her eyes to greet the morning sun, her pajamas pulled against her supple young body. She smiled...
I've always had a real thing about older women, and moreover, older married women. Its definitely not a case of "the older the better", but when certain women reach a certain age they almost seem to reinvent themselves. Lethargic spouses that often take them for granted and seem happier with golf or drinking can lead to a whole new outlook for some women. Vi...
Rose O'Toole Part 1 Dark circles shadowed Rose O'Toole's green eyes. Three worrisome weeks at a boarding house in New York's notorious Five Points section left Rose with fingernails gnawed down to nubs. On that April morn, she tied her long, auburn hair into a neat bun, bundled her few possessions in a sack and bid farewell to the boarding house, praying n...
It was six in the morning, a Tuesday in October. Elizabeth was in Phoenix, Arizona but it could have been anywhere. There was no hint of searing desert heat, no warm glow of sunshine here. Only pale early morning light was coming through the curtains. The room was like many others she'd been in, in cities all over the world. A single bed she'd sleep in once,...
"Miss Mannerly, you must do something." "Your Honor, perhaps you can help me, then." "And how may I help you?" He asks, as if it might be slightly beneath him to give help to someone, rather than expecting it from them. "That I know of, there is no law, city ordinance or other directive that makes it a requirement he be in school." Miss Mannerly is carefu...
Chapter 1 Resting on the sofa with thoughts tumbling through her mind, Di Stewart realized that she might be close to being in love with Hugo Salter. That surprised her because while she periodically thought of him, Hugo had disappeared from her life with little more than just the one kiss passing between them whereas some males she'd been associated with...
***This story is dedicated to Khai* Father Moss is different from all of the other priests in the school, He isn't stuffy and completely righteous. He is rather worldly if you ask me, and trust me I know. Being sent to a catholic boarding school was not the best thing in the world. Being eighteen in a catholic boarding school is hell. Mind you I have neve...
Jessica shivers as she walks from the stifling heat of the day into the airport terminal. Beads of perspiration form on her neck, rolling down the middle of her back and over her breasts, causing the thin material of her short summer dress to cling to her lithe body. It's obvious to everybody who watch her walk to the check-in counter that she keeps herself...