Harry Parker stood on the sand, his wife Susan by his side both were naked. After six years back together they were comfortable with each other, both had lost a little weight and both glowed with a healthy tan. At the waters edge two laughing toddlers played in the lazy surf, their oiled and bronzed bodies dipping in and out of the waves. Just behind them hi...
Author's Note: This is a series of stories involving the titular character, a young woman named Pooja, and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed, mainly, around the evolution of her sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed, but it's my hope such detail will provide a richer experience for you, the reader, as you truly g...
In the storied, tropical realm of the Republic of Guyana, a unique society exists, made up mainly of Africans and Indians, both of whom were brought to this part of the world in ages past by European colonists who exploited them. The ancestors of today's Afro-Guyanese were forcibly brought to Guyana from West Africa, and the ancestors of today's Indo-Guyanes...
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional including the several small towns. I used Bing translator for the translations. None of the characters portrayed are real, also none of these sexual encounters ever happened in any school, temple, or city between adults and/or teenagers in real life. The villages all come from my imagination, the events and puni...
The events described here actually happened, but names, places and certain details have been altered to protect the characters' privacy. ___________________________ When I was fifteen, my parents enrolled me in an SAT prep course hoping in their usual Asian fashion that it would help me achieve the score necessary to give them bragging rights over their ot...
Noise, it again rings in his ear. The babies crying, the Sergeant yelling, the masturbating monkey chirping in excitement. John screaming in the background. It's now 5:30 am. The radio continues. "Good morning Arizona. This is the Morning Sickness with John Holmberg, Brady Bogan, Creepy E, and big Dick Tolido. First off I just wanna talk about something bef...
It was his final few months of school and he was determined to pass, although leaving his private notebook in the home economics class wasn't too clever. Mrs Dawson had found it, handing it to Ms Chapman and he was now outside of her office. Knocking, he entered. It was quiet in the school, especially with it being time for all pupils to have left. Ms Chapma...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being a Peeping Tom in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. I had decided not to get the pol...
By the time that Ruth-Ann got to the last period of the day, she was so excited it was hard to sit still. Going to all of her classes, knowing that the panties she left the house with this morning were now in her Principal’s possession had just kept her wet all day. It was a very strange and cool sensation to go to biology class today and have to sit on the...
I was 18 and finally, finally I was in my senior year of high school! I was now in my second semester and being that it was it was February, I had only about three more months to go before I graduated. It was a big year for me, as this was the year I met my first love. His name was Mr. Haines and he had taken over our science class in November when Mrs. Cl...