I grew up in a conservative Irish Catholic family on the East Coast. My parents are both very religious and they expected me to go to church every Sunday. I've always been shy and introverted. As I went through junior high and high school, I had a small circle of friends. I was too shy to talk to the girls. I didn't have any female friends. I started to di...
The year was 1972. It was the sexual revolution all over America. On college campuses, sex was everywhere. There was no fear of disease because anything could be cured with a painful shot and a supply of antibiotics. People passed each other, eyes met, and they went home together. Jane's housemates were no different. A few had steady boyfriends, but mostly...
I was on my way home from my girlfriend's house, and I was furious. Well, girlfriend isn't quite the right word anymore. We had a huge fight and ended up breaking up. It started when I finally talked her into sleeping with me. I had gone through the usual ritual, involving dinner and a show, some wine at her place and lots of kissing. At least I thought th...
My name is Madhav. I live in the USA with my wife Veena. Last night Veena came across a story "My First Lesbian Encounter" on White Shadow stories web site. The story was very exciting and we both liked it very much. Veena and I also write stories about our sex experiences and exchange them with our close friends. We would also like to exchange our stories w...
I stretch and smile as you look at me dazed. "Come on baby," I tell you, still breathing heavily. Your friends are on either side of me, stroking my body and I tilt my head back as one of them leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I look at you with a slow sexy smile, "lets take this somewhere less cramped." You get up, pulling up your slacks and k...
Janet Tillman ("Tiller" to her friends) sat quietly in the shotgun seat of Engine 69, her red captain's New Yorker propped back from her sweat and soot-stained brow. GOD I need a shower, she thought as she stared out the door's window at the new Hooter's restaurant that had opened a month ago. A sagging, tattered banner stretched between two light poles in t...
This is a work of fiction and none of the characters are real. This is satire and humor and in no way is directed to the constructive criticism that we all appreciate Thank you. * There he was at his computer, criticizing away, it is what he does; but he has no imagination and has no idea what a fantasy is. "Look at this! He is fucking her from behind! Tha...
Azizah and Azman were busy preparing themselves in their room. Tonight was the night they were to meet Barbara and Doug at their house. Based on what Azizah had explained and that she had gone through, they both knew that the party would be a sexual romp. Azizah, Barbara, and Doug had only exchanged phone calls since first meeting, but it was obvious from he...
Thank you Tigersman for editing this chapter. This chapter and 2 and 3 have been revised and edited so all my mistakes are now covered up. - The bar was packed as usual on a Saturday night. It was the place to be, whether on a date, looking to make new friends, or just unwind after a long week. The Brownstead Brewery always felt like a welcome to place to...
Eighty degrees, a beautiful summer evening, and Mrs. Roberts is going to take a bath. She spent the day working up a sweat: hoeing, weeding, cutting the grass, clearing the junk from the garage, hauling the trash to the landfill, dusting, sweeping out the cobwebs. All to get dirty for the Bathtub. Everything was ready. Her kids, Laura and Bobby, were on the...