I was 19 dating a really nice guy, not the best looking guy in the world; but he was a nice looking guy and treated me good. We had a small group of friends that we always hung out with. We had a great sex life also, even if he was a bit more willing to try different things in the bedroom than I was. One night after sex we were talking and he told me that h...
So I keep getting questions on if my stories are true. My first 2 ARE NOT based on any actual events....BUT....I do have a few stories that really did happen. So because a few people asked, I'll present to you... The Zelda Series Any story with the name Zelda is based on a real event. Obviously the name(s) have been changed, but the story nonetheless is...
I can feel you. Not literally- I mean - I can't feel your hands on me or anything like that, but I can tell your eyes are watching me. You must have taken the hint when I said that my door would be unlocked in case someone wanted to get in tonight. When I talked to you on the phone earlier, I hoped you would take the hint, especially after I mentioned that t...
Well, ten years into our marriage, I have no reason not to be the happiest guy around. My wife, Jessica is 29, petite, and fit and has a tight, dancer's body as she still runs her own studio. We are happy, and to all appearances, a flawless couple. The one flaw in the pair of us is that I've developed a desire to show her off. Outside of her studio, though,...
I spent the bulk of my junior and senior year studying, playing around with my pals, and working at a bar in the small, Midwestern suburb where I went to school. While I was working there, a number of my friends would come in, and I would serve them as best and as freely as I could without getting caught by my boss, a middle-aged, overbearing woman, though a...
I couldn't believe it. I finally had some time towards the end of the summer to actually go up the canyon to one of the few beaches along the river. I like going by myself. When I'm with others, I'm usually concerned that everything's going well with them and I can't fully relax. Today I'm going alone. Being a Saturday, though, I know the football sized beac...
It was a September Friday evening, in 1988, with just a hint of briskness in the blustery wind. Which added to the already complicated 'dressing dilemna'. For guys, of course, it was no issue. For us girls, only five items, with shoes and everything else counted separately – well, there was going to be a shortfall somewhere, and even more so as the temperatu...
Lilly was my first girlfriend in high school. We only dated for a couple months and never did more than kiss. We remained friends throughout the years. There was always heavy sexual tension between us, but we always denied our carnal instincts. We even spent the night together many times, cuddling in bed leaving us both sexually frustrated. After high schoo...
Standing in the doorway was Mrs. Lawson. She clearly had been casually hanging around the house, wearing an untied bathrobe over a tank-top and sweats. I, on the other hand, was not-so casually standing completely and utterly stark naked on her front doorstep, my bare-ass directed at the street behind me as I attempted to preserve a shred of dignity by usin...
Hello to all my readers. Here is another story of when I was first attending college. I hope you enjoy it. Well it was another boring day and another boring report I had to do research on. So I got my laptop and headed off to the Campus Library. I was wearing a flowered summer dress that zipped down the front, sandal-ed heels with no panties or bra. It wa...