This is a true story based on my first time with a black man, some parts have been embellished slightly to make it a more entertaining read but the basics are true and real to life. My name is Tracy and at the time of this experience it was a week after my 19th birthday. I live in a small village in the county of Bedfordshire, it was the type of the villa...
Charlotte and I had met a couple of years earlier, we had our own companys but did work for a mutual client. The services we supplied were not the same but were complimentary so we would often met up when the client required our input. Most of the time it would be just a day job up in the morning back in the evening. As Charlotte lived on my route to the cli...
Chapter 16: Alison Buggered and Impregnated Alison knew she would have to work on cultivating Jane, if her plan was to be generally accepted by all. She walked over to where Jane was sitting despondently, and whispered in her ear. 'Jane, could you give me a hand please, I need your opinion on my going away outfit.' Jane was still groggy from Alison's bomb...
She looked absolutely gorgeous, although it was her breasts that really caught my eye. They looked fantastic. There was no other word to describe them – fan-tas-tic. They looked firm, full, tanned – and extremely desirable. The only thing that puzzled me was how they managed to stay inside the tiny little bikini she was wearing! Perhaps I should explain. I...
It was seeing Tony that really made me feel embarrassed. To be honest I had hardly met some of the others before. Gavin had been to the same school as the rest of us but he was several years older. Clive had actually been in my class but was generally seen as a bit of a swot, a sort of 'teachers pet' if you like. He wasn't as physically handsome as the other...
Thanks to Kevsta for his help. * Susie: The next time we met our partners were both there; it was quite awkward. Every time our eyes met I pictured a scene from our last intimate encounter, especially how he had licked me clean! Adam: It was bloody embarrassing the next time we met. That little minx Susie, kept catching my eye then blushing and looking...
WARNING: The following is very short and not very explicit. It's not nearly long enough or complete enough for a stroke story, but I hope some find it pleasant. It's a collection of several actual mini-fantasies about someone I knew. One of these would pop into my mind of out nowhere, play for a few seconds, and be gone. They recurred for years after I work...
The lights are low in the apartment and there are scented candles flickering on the dining table wafting their perfumed essence into the air. My sweetheart comes through the door. We kiss and he proceeds to give me a shoulder massage. He knows how much I love those. I get him his favorite drink and he settles into the couch and tells me about his day. He's...
I looked at the clock again, for about the fiftieth time in the last hour or so. Seventeen minutes to six. The message could come in two minutes or one hundred and twenty-two minutes. Or not at all! Another glance around the preparations I had made, partly out of sheer nervousness and partly to ensure that when the time came I could make the final arrangemen...
A Day Driving in the Country Dealing with the Highway Patrol This story is a fantasy story, and with all fantasies we can imagine that no evil exists. That also means no disease, so with no disease to transfer to someone else, no need for protection. Remember it is a fantasy world, in the real world evil and disease exists. Protect yourself. * Day off, o...