"Time Out" is Part Three of the sexual story of my life. "The Sophomore Jinx" which was posted on 10/1 was Part Two. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance. The summer after my sophomore year of college I had reason to take time out. Time out from my sexual adventures. I had reason to question the morality of what (and who)...
Damien had been stuck in traffic behind Victoria's limo for far too long. Finally the Fiat they trailed slowed right in front of the local Prestige. The capo bolted up from his seat with a Lucky standing out from the corner of his lips, muffling a touch of his words. "Damn... not ten minutes and already she is stepping up to slip behind Daddy's big desk. Nun...
Crickets sang in the background, accompanying Shelia on her walk. Summer had come, leaving it's handprint on the land. The grass was lush and damp beneath her feet. Recently mowed, bits stuck to her skin. It brought a smile to her face as she stuck her hand out and ran it across the stalks of corn to her right. Living in the country had its advantages. It w...
Alisha had intercepted Tyson's two letters and three telephone calls. She did not want Rayne to get involved with him again, after the way he had treated her all those months ago. But now, Rayne had a young baby, and Tyson had wrote and telephoned several times to try and convince Rayne to let him see 'his' child. The last letter had stated simply that he wo...
It was supposed to be a magical Easter for Rosalyn and me. I had planned it all out but things hadn't gone according to plan. Easter had come and gone but I was still looking for that fucking egg. I had carefully counted them before I had filled and hidden them and there should have been twenty-four eggs, two packs of twelve. Of course, Rosalyn didn't find t...
I have the world’s best job. And the world’s best boss. But then I’ve been in love with him a long time. When we were seniors in high school, Tristan was the bronze Australian Greek god of an exchange student. Ok, you’re going to say he couldn’t be an Australian Greek god, but believe me, it was true. I did everything I could to get him to notice me. At the...
Chapter 4: Taking On All Cummers Lindsay licked her sister's pussy until it was almost raw and sensitive. The rest of the curvy brunette's body had been paid equal attention, she hadn't enjoyed this many orgasms in a long, long time. "So, have I thanked you enough for sending me to Madeline? Lindsay giggled, finally coming up for air. "Uh-huh!" Sonia gasp...
Becky bends over, leans into Paul's ear. "It's stuffy in here," she says. "Let's go for a walk." Paul looks up and watches her retreat around the coffee table. He pardons himself to his two bookend sofa-mates – the gregarious Auntie Lou and the diametric Grandma Claire, a stick with permanently down-turned lips and hardened scowl. Paul is relieved to escape...
The final instalment! Thank you for reading, if you've made it this far. And for the favourites and votes and *cough* comments. Thank you especially to Charles, for critiquing this chapter before I submitted it. ~ ***** "Orla!" Orla spun round. Rachel was walking awkwardly across the cobbled church yard in kitten heels, waving. It was a gloriously su...
True to her name, my wife Dixie is all Southern girl. Having been brought up near Atlanta, she speaks with that cute/sexy accent. Dixie is a sweet as the tea she drinks. She has lovely smooth curves, unlike the skinny California girls I grew up with. She is also shy about our making love, keeping all references in the bedroom "where they belong." As she beco...