For several decades in the 20th century, young men in the U.S. swam in YMCA pools, at countryside swimming holes, in high school and college phys. ed. courses, and even at well-attended swim team meets, totally, bollocks naked. Yes, that's right: fully bare. No skimpy speedos, swim trunks, or even underwear; and usually no hair caps or swim goggles. The pre...
It had been two long and lonely years after my divorce was finalized. Three, if you count the last sexless ugly year of my 8 year marriage to my ex-husband who abused me and left for a younger woman that I knew. It was in my new neighborhood after my ugly divorce when I became what I despised. I was at a neighborhood barbecue and met many new people, some o...
"Hey," Rebecca said, leaning over the couch. "Hey," I said, giving her a quick glance over my shoulder and turning my attention back to my game. This had lately become our usual routine. Rebecca Marshal lived next door, and had lived next door and been my closest friend for as long as I could remember. She was six months younger than me. We were both eig...
Part 2: Homecoming Author's Note: These stories are completely true. My wife has helped me write these stories not only to share with the world, but to also help relive the past steamy sexual encounters she has partaken in. On the week before I was coming home from my first deployment, my wife Mary told me she had a surprise for me when I came home. I kne...
My story starts with me sat in the lobby of an outer-London hotel, reading a magazine while waiting for my room to be made ready. I'd arrived too early in the afternoon - the weather was warm and I'd got so bored at the conference I was meant to be attending that I decided to leave early and maybe make use of the hotels swimming pool and a sauna. Beats doing...
The roller coaster caught the chain and started moving out of the loading station. As soon the train of small cars begin it's slow rattling trip toward the top of the first hill, Dave twisted around in the seat and worked his way down under the safety bar. "What are you doing," Karen hissed as she leaned over the safety bar, "you'll kill yourself?" They we...
I first published this story a few years ago. Since then, my writing skills have improved a little. While, I cannot change what actually happened to me, I have added some more details and corrected some grammatical mistakes. *** I was posting a picture of me wearing black ruffled panties on a "Men in Panties" website when I remembered something naughty th...
It was 10.10 am on a Thursday in April. My wife was away at work in the city and wouldn't be home for another 12 hours at least; there was some big take-over bid and lots of paperwork to sort out. She was bringing cases of work papers home at the weekends too for the past two months and I hadn't really had any free time with her for ages. She was a tall, fit...
I am not a writer but I am an avid reader of erotic stories. I tried to write a few non fiction stories based on my own weird fantasies but I could never finish them. Then I read some of the stories here and it gave me the idea of writing about true "incidents" that I was involved in. I found this a little easier as I only have to describe what actually happ...
I am not sure what I was thinking when I volunteered my home to Rachel. Her parents and I had been friends since high school, and for a short time, I had even dated her mother. We had grown up in a small town. Both of her parents settled and became school teachers, while I moved away to pursue a career in advertising. We hardly spoke, but occasionally one of...