This story is autobigraphical and accurate in it facts, the only fantasy is the anal sex which was illegal and the time and only undertaken in secret, every else is true, including my fight in the pub! I was young in the sixties and everything was changing for the better. In Swansea, the old metal working industries were closing down and the need for employ...
Christine. Before 'lonely hearts' adds, and all that, I found myself in a strange city on my own. I finally placed the following personal in the local paper; 'Young man, 23, intelligent, new to area, seeks female companionship.' This was my first reply, Dear intelligent man. My name is Christine. I am 36 and on my own, except for three smallish children t...
As my cock slipped out of her warmth she moaned a bit and said, "I hate it when that happens." I kissed the back of her neck as I mentally counted and then said, "Okay, so we had your first time being finger-fucked, first time eaten out, first climax with a man, first time doing something in public, first time doing sixty-nine, first time actually giving a...
We were on holiday. Where is not important, other than to say it was a beach front resort with all the luxuries for reasonably affluent types, white sands, azure blue seas, palm trees and coral reefs; an island paradise. Despite the "exclusive resort" tag with a security patrol presence, the supposedly private section of beach was still infiltrated by the "...
Jeff was always thinking. It wasn't limited to his work or the things he read. He was always analyzing something in his spare time like when he brushed his teeth or took a shower. There were so many times he would come out of the shower and say, "I just had an interesting idea." He used the word interesting because he didn't want characterize his thoughts as...
Throughout the day as he hiked alone through a sparsely populated foothills of north-eastern Italy's Dolomites, Kyle Stockwell had watched the storm clouds building. They'd bring only rain and wind fortunately, because it was midsummer although not the baking midsummer he was used to. Well he could shelter in a forest thicket or under a rock overhang facing...
Have you ever looked at someone and felt a click? I'm not talking about love at first sight or anything crazy like that; but that instant connection that tells you that you and that person are meant to be involved in each others' lives in some way. It's happened to me a few times in my life. Most of them have turned out to be close friends, but there was o...
On October 18th, some time ago, I was born to Chuck and Kaylee Ryder. They named me Illiana, a variation of the poetic name for the ancient city of Troy. It means Trojan. Clearly they had a favourite brand of rubber, and since I was the supposed "miracle baby" (a.k.a., an accident) who came to be when all they were doing was using said rubbers, they thought...
When Frank died, I made one of those over-hasty decisions that people often make when in a state of bereavement. If I might offer a piece of advice, wait until at least a year after the death of a loved one before you make any drastic moves. Frank and I had always planned to sell our suburban house and move permanently into our beach house when he retired....
I would like to tell my readers that those looking for quick, fast and furious action will probably be better off looking elsewhere but I hope that those who want to read a good story will find this one rewarding. I hope that my Marathi speaking readers will appreciate conversations that took place in Marathi. These are recorded in italics. For the benefit...