Diddle, diddling, diddling around/about never had a sexual meaning. It meant you were bored or idle and looking for something to do. It didn't have anything to do with masturbation--certainly it was not like those male words. . . jacking, stroking, wanking. Besides ladies, or girls. or women, just didn't talk about such things, much less do them or if we did...
There she was, a young woman from the local college, sitting all by herself on one of those benches inside of the busy mall. She was quite a cute girl, one whose beauty and sexual flavor caught my eye long enough for me to discover something else very interesting about her. She had dirty blond hair tied neatly in the back, wore a light jacket, and an extreme...
As this continued his attitude towards me changes and he took every opportunity to talk to me and even touch me casually. One day I decided to show him something more! We have a 2 bedroom flat and the common hall lies in the center. From the hall you can see the door of my bedroom. The TV is just in the line with the door of our bedroom and if one is watchin...
Chapter 1 When I take the time to look at my life, at where I find myself today, I can't help but wonder how I got here. Like anything else, nothing happens overnight. One step at a time, one foot in front of the other, is how most things change. Still, when I look in a mirror I can't see that silly naïve girl/woman I used to be. I used to be a young marri...
She sleeps softly, soundly, not a care in the world. She rests feeling safe within the quarters of her Master, yet such was not always the case. The sun still far from rising, the stars continue to twinkle over the villa. Rex quietly dons his clothing for the day, still watching her sleep, hearing her breathe softly. He recollects the memories of his harsh t...
I heard the shower turn on as I lazily rolled over from my stomach to my back, and I thought about it. I'm not at all sure you'd be ok with me playing with myself while you shower. On one hand, it's a normal morning. On the other, after a night like last night, the instruction to ask before playing is still keeping its hold. After a few minutes of debating I...
This isn't properly my story to tell. It was related to me a friend of mine, years after it had happened. It is his story, but I will try to do it justice in the telling. We were at a bar on College Street - one of the fashionable cookie-cutter martini lounges that have transformed Little Italy into the scenester's scene over the past decade. A few drinks h...
Author's Note: The first couple of "Perspectives" stories deal with the freshman year of Reed Johnson. This is the first in a group of stories about college students at Haverlawn University - a FICTIONAL school. I apologize to those who think theses stories are too long - I cannot just "get right to the sex" without telling a story. The tales would appear in...
I was on holiday in Ireland, the land of my birth or it was if you counted several generations back. Throw some Native American in there with some Scott and there with the Irish and you have my ancestry as far as I was ever told. I had turned 48 last summer and I realized that this past year had been the exact same as the one before. Which was the same as th...
{This is a world where no one has periods or needs to use the bathroom. No one gets STD's, no one gets killed. No one gets hurt, at least not in ways they don't want} *** Hi everyone! I'm Victoria. You may have read about me and my sexual exploits in, "Victoria's Self bondage" series. I'll just give you a short recap. I love giving head, it's literally my...