Everyone even remotely involved with sex in this story is an adult. I was intensely body shy when I was eighteen. I don't know why. My family wasn't particularly prudish or anything. My father and my older brothers often lounged around the house in underwear when I was growing up. As the only girl in a house full of men, I probably saw more flesh then most...
Doug had a photograph of Grandma and Aunt Doro on the beach, which he had kept on his desk throughout his four years at Columbia. Snapshots of various buddies and girlfriends had come and gone, and for appearance's sake he had occasionally also displayed a picture of his mother when he could stand to; but Grandma and Aunt Doro were there with him throughout...
Doggy-Style in the Pussy Cat (or Lick, Pussy! Lick! Lick!) No one ever believes my story. But, hey! Who cares? I'm content to enjoy the memory myself. 'Twas my third year in Phi Beta Kappa, the days when Big Daddy ruled the House. Big Daddy? He really doesn't need any description. It's suffice to say that he lived to perfect the fraternity stereotype. H...
Strawberry – A Shanghai Girl in America Ch. 04 Strawberry Under the Mistletoe – Part I – I'll Keep You Warm by Chloe Tzang © 2016 Chloe Tzang. All rights so reserved. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the so express written permission of the author except for the use of so brief quotations i...
Chapter 3 The flight was long an uneventful. I thought about Natalie the entire way. By the time the plane touched down in Atlanta I had memorized everything about her and decided that I rather liked the way the corner of her eyes crinkled slightly when she smiled, showing lines that would deepen as she laughed her way into old age. I was running through o...
Chapter 9. Sitting across from Violet and taking the first bite of some apple pie, Tom looked at his grandma, who sat at the head of their round 4 person table and to Tom's left, and asked, "Where is Grandpa today, I haven't seen him, but then again, I was gone kind of suddenly this morning, but even then I didn't see his truck. "He had to work today, but...
Dressed in one of her husband's T-shirts and sweat pants, she was standing at the kitchen table making stuffing for the turkey for Christmas dinner. Her hands were buried wrist-deep in a mixture of mashed potatoes, bread, milk, celery, onions, and eggs, squishing it together, mixing it. The goopy mess slid between her fingers as she worked it, trying to get...
This is another true story in a series of stories as relayed to me by my friend Jeff. *********** I continued to visit my grandma on a regular basis, sometimes once, sometimes twice a week and even with age, her sexual appetite never diminished. She could hardly wait for my visits. If I didn't visit, she told me that she masturbated and enjoyed our mutua...
The highway that descended down out of the foothills into the Yakima Valley was nearly deserted even though it was mid-afternoon. The late December sky had turned a slate gray to signal an oncoming snow storm. My car moved along easily, occasionally side slipping on a patch of black ice, but nothing dangerous. I'd driven this road many times over the years....
Jackie was born in 1899.....Near Clare in Suffolk Flo was born in 1901...A Cockney Kentish lass Jackie was my maternal grandfather Flo my maternal grandmother Despite my ignorance of their history, I have nothing but warm and cosy memories of them...Darling buds of May memories... We would visit as children, three or four of us at the time as I recall.....