When our son went to Brazil as a foreign exchange student, Juan came to live with us. Juan was a few years older than our son, and he was very different. He was shy and didn't have an easy time adapting to our culture and the free spirit of the girls. When we ate dinner in the evening, Juan would often ask us questions and we tried to answer them as best we...
This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters are at least 18 years old. The story is set in 1970 and describes the first day of a boy's high school physical education class. It is told by the female P.E. teacher as she and her male assistant take the boys through an orientation on the first day of class. I set the story in this period because it wa...
"Are you finished, darlin'?" Ioana heard the voice of her boyfriend coming from their bedroom and she could almost hear his impatience from the way he was basically begging her to finish her preparations and finally join him for their three times daily sex romp. But wasn't it more fun to tease yourself and your partner and delaying the inevitable fuck fest a...
I was brushing my hair in the small dressing room of a unisex bathroom when my new father-in-law's brother walked in and strode up to the facilities behind me. A commode and a bit further away a urinal were attached to the wall. He stood in front of the commode. An impossibly loud ...Z-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-P... echoed in my ears as he opened his fly. This couldn'...
Author's note: This is the first part of a story that is open ended right now. There's no intercourse in this first Chapter; still I hope you'll read it and send me a note if you'd like to read more about Nurse Synge, Captain Wilson and the origins of the Nightingale Sisterhood. The Odd Tale of Nightingale Synge—Pioneer Sexual Therapist Chapter One Some y...
It is amazing how fast something can happen. Dale had pulled into the tiny little coffee stand, got a $4.95 double chocolate flavored java, tipped the scantily clad server. It was a Friday night, his work week was done, Dale stopped every Friday night for a coffee. He took a sip, it was very hot, so he reached out and set it on the dashboard, reached over...
My hands were clammy. I hated going to the doctors office for my annual checkup, and I recalled my last visit vividly. The cold office, the flimsy gown, my naked body shivering in the sterile atmosphere of the hospital room. And my doctor, oh my god. That was the problem: she was tall, at least she seemed tall when she stood on those black high heels; and bl...
After escaping the clutches of the Accountant and the Teacher and having a great one night stand with the Actress, I found myself starting to date a nurse, lets call her Louise (not of course her real name). We met on an internet dating site, exchanged emails and text messages and spent sometimes up to a couple of a hours at a time just talking to each othe...
I was sitting in the kitchen casually eating my breakfast when Agnes walked in. She was wearing a wrapper and I could see she was wearing stockings , so I guess she was also wearing a girdle. I asked her where she had been as I had looked for her in her bedroom and also on the sofa in the living room. She said she had been in the downstairs bedroom sleeping....
I guess I had to admit that that was one hell of an appointment. Sure, it was just a physical but Olivia, my lady doctor went way beyond any thing I had ever had done to me by any doctor before. She had seemed to be fascinated as I stood there embarrassed, holding the stupid flower covered gown up while she sat on a roller stool and basically fondled my bal...