I'd pretty much given up the idea of traveling this summer. The wedding schedule had been moved to early August, and due to the high profile it commanded, there would be no time in July for even a couple of weeks to ourselves. I was in no position to complain, however. I was about to marry a spectacular woman. Not just a beautiful one, but a smart and dynami...
Introduction: This story is based on Bruce Springsteen's classic song "Glory Days," which has to do with memories, immaturity and aging. In the song, the narrator talks about, "boring stories of glory days," in a hardscrabble Rust Belt town. As I've listened to the song over the years, I've started seeing interesting possibilities for a very nice erotic sto...
There's much to say about being a being a dirty old man. I mean that I'm not exactly good looking, hard-bodied, super-smart, or filthy rich. Yet, I've found that with Kelly none of this matter. I've watched her grow up from a child to a young woman and should feeling feel ashamed of myself for being such a pervert. But when we are making love, I could care l...
Here is my third part of the story at last - it will make more sense if you start at One. My thanks for your patience. "As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free." And as always, please vote or comment if you like it. Thanks! ***** This has been a legitimately intense day. From the get-go. Mwali's alarm went off in the darkness...
Sheila and I met sophomore year of college in the student union building. The minute I saw her I was mesmerized by her. She was the complete package physically. At 5'6" tall and about 115 pounds she was lean but still had very nice size C cup tits. It was obvious that she worked out as well because she had that juicy yet tight ass that only fitness girls hav...
***Disclaimer*** This story contains very adult themes, with intense watersport play. If you're not open to that sort of thing, this story is certainly not for you. *** As I lay there imagining all the different scenarios, I failed to notice my bedroom door being opened slowly in the background. I had my back to the entrance as a single figure slipped in...
The weekend went by way to quick in both mine, and Kasey's opinions. It was the most amazing weekend I had ever spent. We lazed around the whole time, in each other's arms. I got more and more used to my crutches every day. Monday morning, we both got up early and Kasey took me home so I could get ready for school. I showered, taking special precautions not...
My first-wife-to-be took my virginity. And I mean TOOK! We were in seniors in high school, both over 18 and almost exactly the same age. Although I was popular enough with the girls, I had never done more than fingering them. Then I heard several of my friends talking about this girl, Rhonda, who was in one of my classes. They were talking about how easy i...
Her name was Barbara, but we always called her "Babs". I'm not sure who came up with that name, but it was one of those rare nicknames that immediately stuck. As a matter of fact, I even heard another teacher call her that one day, and got a big grin out of it. It seemed we had named a teacher!! Babs was our chorus teacher. My first year of high school...
There is a house. Who owns it is unknown, who organises the parties is unknown. It lies in the centre of town behind a high wall, the entrance down a side alley. Every day hundreds of people walked past that nondescript door, never considering it might be a gateway into temptation. Alice and Jane were best friends. They had been in school together since the...