My apology was long overdue. As I sat with Mrs. Filmore at the coffee shop, my nerves rattled as I began to offer my apology. I had known her for almost twenty years, beginning when we served together on a civic committee. I was immediately attracted to her. We struck up a friendship, and even though she was my senior by two decades the age difference was a...
Marie woke slowly to the morning light in her new room upstairs. She luxuriously stretched and yawned, realizing she was naked head to toe, snug under her comforter... she had a delicious naughty feeling deep down, something still at the edge of her perception... She rolled to her side and remembered all at once, feeling her body press against another. His a...
(This is the back story to Summer Camp Lessons: Part One. It is a tale of how Kenny first got into trouble at camp.) Kenny always felt different than the other boys, always felt there was a part of him, a big part of him, that made him special. He noticed this development when he was barely in high school, noticed that his body had taken on a different for...
My name is Stephen Pratchett, and I am a secret atheist. Why keep that a secret? you may ask. Well, the problem were my parents, and to a certain extent, my two siblings. You see, they were reformed protestants. For those of you who don't know what that means: they were the strictest, fun-hating, sour-faced people on the planet. Fundamentally their beliefs m...
I have only known her a week, yet after having met her in one of the areas most popular nightclubs, I can’t get her out of my head. As I sit here at my desk remembering that Friday night, I am still in awe. She was sitting at a table in one of the many rooms of the club, with a little skinny blonde, and they seemed to be having a heated discussion. As I walk...
Afterwards, I couldn't believe that we'd been such total innocents, so naïve about things. We all knew about sex and men and women and what they did. In theory anyway. Even though we were all eighteen we were also all virgins. There were three of us. Me, I'm Michelle, Jeff, the boy who lived next door to me, and Janet, who lived the other side of Jeff. Jan...
Over the weekend I spent a lot of time on eBay and Craigslist checking on guitar prices. I found a couple of guitars that sounded promising. Randi was busy working all weekend, but had Monday evening free. When Paige and I returned from basketball practice, Randi stopped by. She pulled off her winter coat to reveal a form-fitting cable-knit sweater and t...
This isn't a sequel to "Boy Next Door" and it probably lacks its quality since I wrote it several months before. However, I thought I'd hit the ground running by submitting my best piece ("Boy Next Door") first. If you haven't read that one first, read this one and then "Boy Next Door." I was over at his house again, just watching movies and hanging out....
Stacy knew she was a sexy woman, although she never flaunted it. Very classy, men paid her more than enough attention every time she left the house. She dressed stylishly. Very put together. Not flashy, or provocative. It was just her pretty face topped with her blonde locks and curvy body that attracted the looks she received. During her 17 years of faithfu...
This is Part 4 of the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. This is the story of Jim & Marybeth, and eventually others, of course. You can expect daily installments. Special Note: This story describes both Jim and Marybeth having anal sex for the first time. As such, it's a 'First Time' story, as well as an 'Anal Sex' story. **************...