As a young person I was a late bloomer, I had discovered the joys of masturbation but hadn't really figured out all the details about sex. My body was slim and I had a lot of pubic hair. My entire sexual experience was limited to what I saw in magazines while stroking myself to orgasm. I was spending a weekend in a cabin that belonged to my parents. It was...
First let me tell you that the following is true, it happened to a friend of mine who was 18 at the time. This is his story told in his words. I grew up in a small western town in Montana. Some say it was and is a vacation destination. I lived for two things as a teenager, playing football and sex, at that stage in my life, both held equal importance, as f...
"Sally, do you like fresh lobster?" "Yes, why do you ask?" "My friend Nick from high school has a boat in the keys that he inherited from his grandfather and invited me down for the mini lobster season next week. He said I could bring a friend who would share a stateroom with me. I thought immediately of you." "That would be great, but how does it fit in...
My wife and I recently celebrated our 15th Wedding Anniversary. We had been happily married with all of life’s usual ups and downs without ever really having anything to argue seriously over. We had our problems but always patched things up with a minimum of fuss. In our 15 years we had produced five beautiful children, two girls and three boys, with ages r...
This story is a work of fiction. Only the really boring parts are autobiographical. Any resemblance of any character in this story to any real person is unintentional and pure coincidence. Please read Chapter One to get the context for this story. ***** The Monday after my meeting at Karen's condo, I called one of my connections. Jim Carr had served as Gov...
I sprinted up the narrow dirt path, my feet crunching lightly on the stones, my breath heavy in the humidity of the night. The forest was black and I could scarcely distinguish my clothing from the shadows surrounding me. Blindness to own my feet meeting the ground offered the thrill of flying like a ghost through the night, aware at any moment that I could...
Chapter 23: Wilderness Survival Danger threw his duffel bag onto the cot and peered out the widow of his log cabin over the rest of the camp ground. He had agreed to be a counselor at a weekend camp put on by a local private school. Each year the new students would go on a camping trip for a weekend to get to know each other before the term started. Danger...
Damn it! The little creek had been flooded from the violent rain. The placid little mountain stream, usually a pleasant, quiet little trickle, was a churning, heaving white water rapid. Foam was splashing up to, onto and sometimes over the old log and timber bridge; our only way out of Randy and Constance's mountain retreat. It was a nightmare scene now caug...
I had been up at my cabin by the lake for a couple of days now relaxing and doing some writing. Usually, I come up for a couple of weeks just to unwind and reminisce. My name is John. I am forty-five, 5'10", 175, s/p hair and hazel eyes. I have been a widower now for almost two years. I lost my wife in a car accident 23 months ago. We never had any children...
The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I’m afraid you’ll have to go find each part. Hope it’s worth it. Part 1: Non-Erotic. Part 2: First Time Part 3: Loving Wives For a moment when Charlotte woke up, she was sure it was just a bad dream. But then the ache in her h...