John loved to masturbate. He was in the shower at his home in San Diego. It was a million-dollar home left to him by his dying father. It was a huge house with luxury materials. The house had made numerous articles and was even shown in "Southern Living." The house was built high on a hill, overlooking Mission Bay. And the shower, it was one of his favorite...
Disclaimer: This is a story about sexual attraction between old & young. Betrayal & humiliation is involved too. If this turns you off - it's probably best to read another story. Chapter 1 This happened back in the nineties. Christina and I had experienced the first exotic holiday of our young lives. We had been visiting a faraway country that Christina...
To those of you who commented about the length of my story. I am new to this, and I apologize for the epic that it was. I just started writing what was in my head and got carried away. I have gone through and removed a lot that I thought was irrelevant. I was actually trying to make it longer, because I thought it wouldn't be long enough. I wanted readers t...
John loved to masturbate. He was in the shower at his home in San Diego. It was a million-dollar home left to him by his dying father. It was a huge house with luxury materials. The house had made numerous articles and was even shown in "Southern If masturbation were like a volcano, and I the cum like the lava, then the strokes were like the earth moving its...
I lost my virginity at the senior prom. Unlike many of my friends, I actually waited until I was 18 to do it. After that, I was cock hungry. All I could think about was cock. At the mall with my girlfriends, I shamelessly checked out guys packages and wondered at what they looked like. How big they might be. Could I see it bulging inside their pants? At the...
I awoke the next morning feeling just so warm and snuggly with the twins cuddled up on either side of me. I felt like just staying in bed with my two lovelies, but the call of nature was too strong and if I didn't get up we were going to have a wet bed. That unpleasant thought forced me to move. I untangled myself from the twins and made my way to the outhou...
It had been four years since Katie last visited the farm. Her grandmother Maggie and grandfather Tom owned a small farm in a rural area that the city people referred to as cow country. They grew feed corn, clover, and hay which they sold to the neighboring dairy farms. There were a few cows, pigs, and chickens that some of the farmers traded with them for th...
This story is part of the 'Welcome to the New World' event organized by QHML1. I'm grateful for the invitation to participate. The participating authors are supposed to write stories where there is a power disparity between a man and a woman in a relationship, with the woman being seduced by power. No one said that the relationship had to be romantic, so h...
Thanks to my editor, Nymphwriter, and my loyal beta readers who found my errors and made suggestions to improve my story. Any other errors you may find are mine alone. * * * It's said that opportunity only knocks once, and am I ever lucky I answered that knock. Looking back, though, my childhood wasn't all that lucky. Dad and mom both worked to provide eno...
"Ian, your grandpa had some cool shit!" I exclaimed, examining the World War 2 era infantry helmet I had dug out of the bottom of a wooden chest. "Yeah, he kept a lot of interesting junk." Ian replied, sifting through another box. We were in Ian's attic, looking through all the things his grandpa had collected and stored up there. He had apparently fought...