Samantha bent over and flipped the page of her book. She loved masturbating while she did her homework, but hated flipping pages because of the temporary pause in sensation it caused. Now it would be another thirty or forty seconds before she would come again, and her eyes were refusing to focus on the page. She was writing a report on Mary Queen of Scots fo...
(Author's note: This story is dedicated to singer/songwriter Dan Fogelberg, who passed away on December 16th, 2007, due to prostate cancer. He was 56. The song "Same Old Lang Syne" has always been a favorite of mine, and it is upon this song that the following story is based. I hope you enjoy.) *** For the first time in my life, I was not looking forward...
Beth fell in love with her husband on first sight. She was a freshman at State University and he was her professor of general math. He was tall, slender, with premature graying hair. She guessed him to be in his mid 30s. She felt her heart thump when he walked into the classroom and she knew this was the man for her. And she intended to have him. She went t...
"Hi," James smiled as he walked up to the woman at the front desk, "How you doing?" The woman pushed back her long dark hair, her expression changing from one of boredom to one of slightly more interested. "It's quiet here today." "It's always like this mid-week." He read her name badge. 'Belinda' was cute, but hours of selling entry tickets for the old...
He crawled on his hands and knees towards her. She was lying on her back with her legs spread open, the glistening sex inviting him to taste its musky depths. He lowered his head to catch the folds in his mouth, sucking them before spearing his tongue within to find her swollen clit. He circled it slowly, caught it with his lips and lapped at it again. She m...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies, but should be a concern for everyone today. * My last story brought a comment from another writer; she ca...
I'm Trevor Knudsen, the golf pro at Willow Creek, a nice little 18 hole golf course out in the countryside with a few hills, mature trees, and a meandering creek running through it. Very bucolic. The course attracts a lot of people who are just taking up the game, especially a lot of women who like the casual attitude of those who play here. In fact, several...
I am a teacher at a local school that is very open. They offer a lot of different classes that other schools don't offer. I was one of the lucky ones that got assigned some of the more risqué type of classes but had to follow the school rules for these classes. One of the classes that I was able to teach this semester was the human sexuality class which is u...
==Part 4: A Day By the Pool== I stopped running pretty quickly, as passers by were giving my bouncing breasts too many looks. I walked the last block home, and as I neared my house I saw that Mr. DeMaldo was in his garden again. He saw me too, and started to wave, although his arm stopped in mid-air as he saw my outfit. I grinned, and waved back, my tits sh...
This is inspired by, and sort of about, the incredibly beautiful Brazilian transsexual porn actress Patricia Araujo - Machado is her real last name (though in this story she doesn't do porn these days a la Elisha Cuthbert in the underrated "The Girl Next Door," the only actual similarity - no proms or award robberies here!). Apart from her, none of the chara...