4 In college I was still (for some reason) somewhat broken up over Jay, and, strangely, a bit more broken up over losing Justine, but not so broken up as to ignore all the fresh young boys, and girls, who found me to be the older, more experienced woman, who found this slight five or six year advantage I had over them seductive. I had already lived with a m...
She was eighteen and never fucked! A virgin barely kissed. But unlike her friends who went on and on about their weekly romps with their boyfriends who were more interested in spider man than sex, Emma was at a loss. She didn't want to admit to them her laughs and carefully slotted observations and opinions came from pornos and playboy. She wanted sex but wi...
Chapter 4 Friday, the thirteenth (see Chapter 3) Before Alexander had left her apartment, she had asked him to visit her again next Friday. He gladly promised to come to her as soon as the school would be finished for him. She had to work during the whole weekend -- and she was glad about it, since the thought of the divorce being pronounced made her feel...
The night was dark with a fog so thick you could barely see the bright moon shining through into the woods below. The muffled sounds of a woman panting and her feet crunching the dried fall leaves was all that could be heard in the near deafening silence. She stopped in a small clearing and looked up at the sky. The moon reflected into her bright blue eyes...
AMEX X-Mas Party Dan's Version to Scott Donna and Dan had gone together to an employee Christmas Party for American Express, where they both worked. Spouses were not invited, because it was for employees only. When Dan got to our house, he saw Donna's attire. A short black cocktail mini-dress that pushed her 36DD's almost out of the dress and matching ankl...
Author's note: This chapter was inspired by the Literotica story 'My First and Only Affair', by bonnietaylor. * Steve and Katie worked in the same office building, and they shared a car pool along with another guy Matt, and a young girl called Christie. Christie didn't have a car, and so the other three would take it in turns to drive. But this week, Matt...
I glance at my eye makeup in the rear view mirror for the eighth time since I've pulled into the hotel parking lot. It's too much, I think to myself as I dab at the corners of my eyelids and then reach into my purse for my lip gloss. I'm fifteen minutes early for our meeting, but I couldn't sit at home and fuss over my outfit any longer. After months of stea...
I hate being the designated driver, and hate being such a pussy that I accept that once every few times it's gonna be my turn again. You have no control when you're sober, stuck doing whatever everyone else wants. Basically it means I stand around drinking orange juice and making small-talk, waiting for the night to end because I know you can't get some for...
Julie was small, some would say petit, with an enormous personality. Her trim figure, patrician face and unruly shoulder length hair made her a focus of male attention at all the social functions she attended. I had known her for some time, being the wife of a work colleague and had spent many a pleasant evening in their company. I liked her, no, I must be h...
It was New Years Eve 1992 when I chose the man who would consummate my infidelity. My husband had been right. I was a pure woman with desires running far beyond that, which could be offered within the confines of marriage to one man. At twenty-nine years old: I felt incomplete, sold short, and consequently naïve in the physical aspects of sex that were exalt...