My name is Katelyn but I usually go by Kitty. I'm in my late 30s now but when I was 18 and in my first year of college, I earned myself another nick name, Kit Kat. This is the 5th chapter of my memoirs from that time. Luckily, I recorded the details of the events in a diary which I use to keep when I was younger. I had to add some prose and dialogue of cours...
"Huuuh...Mmmmmph..Oh yes, yessssss......" the words barely able to be heard as they spilled from my lips. My hands were gripping the sides of the small vanity in the downstairs half-bath of my house, my neighbor's hands holding onto my hips tightly as he slammed his cock into my sloppy-wet pussy from behind, doggy-style, both of us getting off at the same...
Dawn and I had been seeing each other regularly for about a month. The sex was amazing and she was an eager and willing student, wanting to try every method, position and fetish possible, since she had never had sex with a man before. We shared plenty in common, besides our sexual libidos, which made spending time together a pleasant experience. We enjoyed g...
It had been six months since I had bought my flat and the size of the mortgage and my accumulated student debt in three years at college and two years training left me with little free cash, as the flat had two good sized bedrooms I decided that if I got a flatmate the extra cash would enable me to live a little again and have a social life. I put a add in...
Society says that being promiscuous is wrong. Fucking a lot of guys is bad. Well, to heck with society. I love to fuck. I love cocks. Pricks. Penises, whatever anyone wants to call them. I'd be unhappy if I didn't. So who am I hurting? Society's rules are to protect females, I'm sure. But having me not have sex with a guy isn't protecting me, it's wronging m...
About a month ago my girlfriend and I were watching porn when a video of of a guy watching his wife have sex with someone else came on. We viewed it for a couple minutes of it when Kelly (my girlfriend) asked if I would ever want to do something like that. At first I was a little taken back by the thought, but the more we talked about it the more it turned m...
"Edgar Allan Poe was a writer in the 19th century who exemplified the American..." The opening sentence of what seemed like the millionth essay on Poe droned through my head as I tried to convince myself that it was actually worth it to pay attention to the remainder of the essay. "Next time, kill me if I use Poe as an example for anything ever again," I mut...
It all started when I was 14 years old. I was a fairly quiet girl, just starting at a new high school, smart, with plenty of friends. My favorite sport was basketball, and I played on the school team. The coach of the boy's team was a man by the name of Jason Golden. He stood about 5'11", and he had the most muscular and chiseled body that you could imagine....
Author's Note: Thanks for reading my Valentine's submission! When finished, please take a few seconds and rate this story - one click is all it takes. And, if you have a minute, leave me feedback and tell me what you liked or didn't like. Cheers! * On occasion someone will ask me about my favorite Valentine's Day memory. I usually reply it's from the sixth...
Dear Shoeblossom, I am just an ex-cocktail waitress who married a troubled but worthwhile guy. Mom always told me to find someone classy like a dentist or a Buick dealer. "Mariah, it's as easy to fall in love with a rich guy as a broke guy." But I fell for Raymond Withers, Jr. hard, and I married him right before he went to Vietnam. Still, as in all marria...