Names (other than mine) have been changed The main parties in this story are at least age 18 This occurred in 1984. I was eligible to apply to be a counselor at a summer camp. After the interview process, I was accepted based largely upon being a former camper. I arrived for the trainee orientation session early. I saw her name on the list of staff membe...
I was making coffee in the kitchen when Maria came in looking mischievous, her hands behind her back. She wore dark-framed glasses and light yellow dress. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. "What's up with you?" I asked. "Don't think I forgot," she said, "It's your birthday!" She brought forth a small, wrapped package from behind her back and pre...
(Another story inspired by a beautiful Lit lady. All participants are of legal age.) Ty was sitting in his chemistry class, or what was left of his chemistry class as the other students had already left. He felt guilty for making the mess he did with the baking soda and the mystery acid Mrs. Milton left on her desk. Ty didn't always act up in class, but bei...
Her name is Payton Brock... The most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, or will ever lay eyes on. She stands about 5'6, dark hair past her shoulders, eyes that sparkle when she smiles, and C Cup breasts that jiggle when she laughs. As much as my heart skips a beat when she walks towards me, it jumps a beat when she walks away, because her ass is flawl...
I almost dropped the cup of coffee I was stirring a dab of sugar into. Barb had just asked me rather pointedly to make love to her! Barb was the bit on the chubby side roommate of my then current girlfriend, Diane. The two of them might as well have been one person, they had this odd ability to complete each other's sentences, and if one was around, the o...
I never measured up as a man. Try as I might, I couldn't match the masculinity of those around me. Women saw me only as a nice boy, never as a man. Eventually, I began to question myself, to question my own masculinity. I found myself, yet again, walking downtown looking at all the happy couples and feeling absolutely un- wanted. I realized I wasn't the mas...
This will be my first attempt at writing so all comments both good and bad will be welcome. I will be taking the advise of others and writing about experiences that I have lived. This story is how I found out more about my teasing little slut sister-in-law. The first time I met the woman that would eventually become my sister-in-law, was when I was applying...
I could hear the “bing-bong” of the doorbell as I depressed the white lighted plastic button. As faint as the sound was from my position standing outside the house, it startled my jangled nerves nonetheless. I had never done anything like this before, and my stomach was somewhere between butterflies and full-on nauseousness. That door chime symbolized the...
I had just started sucking his cock when the cell rang. He picked it up while I continued: "Hi..... yeah, really good....yeah I'm at her place.....Well (laughing) right now she's sucking my dick......I know, I know, but someone's got to do it.....Yeah, not too bad -- getting there.....Oops! I think we're making her blush." And of course I was. I mean I nev...
What did I do Last Night? It must have been that drink, the Mata Hari. My head felt a little fuzzy as I reached for the comforting feel of my husband lying next to me in our hotel room. It was still dark while I scooted up next to him and felt the warmth of his naked skin in the darkness. At first I didn't realize he felt a little different, longer and more...