She was behind the register at the market the first time I saw her. She was just another body in a sea of people and noise until I noticed her. She said hello and started in withe the usual small talk but I ignored her. When I looked up, that changed. With long blonde hair, bright blue eyes and high cheekbones, she looked like she'd just stepped off a magazi...
My work colleague, Diane, and I were asked to go to our head office in France for some training on the new IT system being implemented. Neither of us was too impressed about the trip. We arranged for me to pick her up; so three weeks later, early on Monday morning, I pulled into their driveway. I got out of the car and knocked on the front door. Her husban...
It was almost noon and I couldn't wait. Our neighbors of 18 years were coming over for our weekly Saturday cookout. It was our turn to provide the steaks and burgers. Bills's wife, Margaret, always brought her fantastic home-made potato salad and a delicious side dish. My wife of 32 years, Diane, always made some sinfully fattening desert that we would all c...
This follows on from the "My first time story". After making out Karen and Greg have gone down to the water. By the way, in response to a couple of comments, I need to point out that in Australia "Crutch" is more often used rather than "Crotch". Evidently that's not the case in the US. Still, "root", "thong" and "fanny" all have different meanings for us to...
MY FIRST FUCK INTRODUCTION I was 18 yrs of age and that summer of 1951 was to be the time of my education. Mother had acquiesced to her best friends enquiry, as to whether, during the college holidays, I could carry out some of the more menial tasks of which her husband usually took care. Mrs Jean Goodyear's husband Tom, was serving overseas as was my fath...
Susan was a student in my Psychology of Learning class. She was an excellent student, never absent and always full of questions and curiosity. Susan was also an athlete, captain of the field hockey team. On game days, she would sit in the front row of class in her plaid skirt with her travel bag and her hockey sticks next to her seat. I confess that her stro...
1. Reclining on the couch, I stared into Celeste's eyes and saw that sparkle of youth gleaming away. To be honest I thought of fucking her right there but knew my caseload did not permit it. Leaning over I kissed her willing mouth, slipping my tongue between her expert lips. Breaking the kiss I told Celeste to meet me at the clinic car park at 7.00 pm and h...
I opened my eyes, squinting against the light pouring through the window at the foot of my bed. My purple pastel curtains parted to allow the bright rays of sunshine into my room. I drew back my quilt and lay there, admiring the images given off by my glass jewelry box my daddy had given me when I was a child. I smiled as the colors danced across my ceiling....
Edith Heard waved goodbye to her friends and pushed the baby carriage with Sam, Jr. aboard across the parking lot to the bus station. She shivered in the cold. Her leather miniskirt and light coat did not give her much protection from the cold wind that blew. It had snowed earlier and then cleared. She could see the moon and a flood of stars this cloudless...
I've always wanted to tell this story. It's something I have wanted to share for a long time, but it was never safe to do so till now. This happened one hot summer Sunday afternoon in 1983. My parent's pastor was a burly, hulking man of 6'3" with a booming voice and a firm handshake. Each Sunday he thundered out dire warnings of God's coming wrath for sinn...