Ryan was trembling as he packed. To his wife and kids, he was just packing for another few days of business in Detroit. New clients had been found and Ryan, as CEO, was spending a lot of time making sure the first project went smooth. Unknown to his family, more than business had been going on the past two months. Ryan had met Summer, and a romance and affai...
Do you remember the first time you made love? Not the first time you had sex. I'm not talking about that moment that was equal parts pleasure and terror, when the whole act seemed so taboo and horrifying, yet your desire pushed you forward to a climax that was as uncertain as it was wonderful. I mean the first time that all of the pieces clicked, when you we...
I wanted to write this story, not only to entertain but to reinforce the ideal that during our lifetime we make choices and there are always consequences for those choices we make. Sometimes the consequences are great and work out well while other times the consequences are not so good and we have to be willing to accept the penalty for our bad choices. If...
Prologue: The following narrative is an event that took place several years ago. I mostly forgotten about it, at least as far as retelling it, until more recent events prompted me to. Unfortunately it's a long story with an introduction that is particularly long. But it couldn't be helped as it was necessary to put everything into proper context and perspec...
I'd never had a real experience before. Years of wearing panties and fantasizing, but nothing legitimate. I imagine it's the same story as many other panty lovers: started when I was about 13 by stealing some of my mom's things. Bras at first, then panties. Soon I began looking forward to being home alone so I could slide on silky under things. When I got th...
Alex had been looking forward to his first leave for quite some time. To be sure, it wasn't his first true leave, but it was the first time when he'd be going home. That made it all the more special. It wasn't that he disliked his position with the cruise line, rather the job hadn't quite been what he'd expected. Sure, the hiring agent painted a picture of e...
This story is true, and as vivid in my memory as if it happened only yesterday. It was the summer after I'd turned 18, and she was the best friend of a girl in my summer school French class. Her name was Ann and we met one afternoon when she came to pick up her friend, Lynn. That night I called Lynn with a million questions about Ann. She laughed and told m...
Her pussy was tight. I mean, even on my finger. I had snaked my hand down -- the zipper pinched the back of my wrist -- light tickle of hair between the fingertips -- the curving slope underneath. The tip of my middle finger pressed around in soft folds of flesh -- gently, so as not to make a mistake and get pushed away -- until finding the stirring wetness....
The first chair was a chair of many firsts. It was the first time I'd had a sexual encounter with anyone at the office. (Not that the thought hadn't occurred to me on many occasions, naturally.) It was the first time I saw his gorgeous cock outside those swollen jeans. (Up to then I'd thought all penises were pretty ridiculous looking). It was the firs...
Prologue: The below narrative is a continuation of Photographing Julie, which I recommend reading first. And while the introduction to the big event for Julie and her husband is longer than I'd like, I felt it was best to document everything which took place prior to. Hopefully I did in such a way as to keep you from getting too bored until the big day arri...