Chapter 3: Calling Home Arthur really couldn't read the Danubian newspaper, but to pass the time before trial he started looking through the pictures. There were photographs of floods and fires as well as weather forecast graphics and comics like any other newspaper. But when Arthur found the front page it made him cringe, below the bold headline was a cri...
Every day, as he cycled by, Jordan would look to see if he could see her. He was a 19 year old student who lived in digs a few streets away. He could have taken a quicker, more direct route to College, but he always made a detour, and slowed down as he went past the house. He hoped for a glimpse of this lady whom he described as the 'perfect woman.' Somet...
Forrty years ago, in the freewheeling '70's, casual sex was a lot different than today. Those of you who were there know what I mean. Those of you who have come of age under the shadow of AIDS and HIV cannot understand. There were still serious threats, but nothing that was absolutely life threatening waiting between the legs of your next lover. I'd given c...
When David emerged from the 96th Street subway station, there was a crowd of people staring and pointing at the dark sky. Usually, the city lights made it too bright to see anything, but David was able to see a bright streak of light descending over New Jersey. A guy wearing a t-shirt and shorts was staring at his iPhone and said, to no one in particular, "t...
My name is Kirsten. I'm twenty-five years old, and I have been exploring my sexuality following a bad breakup. I'm 5'3", about 128 lbs with reddish hair, 32C breasts, and a nice athletic build. I'm not a model by any means, but men think I'm cute. A couple weeks ago, I was over at my friend's house looking at her laptop while she outlined her plan for her...
Priscilla Temple was starting her new life, as a math teacher at an inner city junior college in Baltimore. She had had a rough time, with Vince and the divorce – and a new life was what she needed. So she found a job in Baltimore. Of course she knew no one in the city. No friends . . . and worse, no male companionship. While her marriage to Vince was rott...
As I read my first, it became obvious that longer was better. So I am giving the next three chapters in one longer story. Much more to cum with Ken and the girls. * * * * * We went into the house and she marveled at the design and decor. When we reached the master bedroom, she took one look at the bed and plopped down on it letting my shirt ride up to her...
It was their morning fuck, and Wendy was getting close to orgasm. Her cunt felt wet and hot and her tummy was feeling that once familiar tightening sensation. Her body was rocking to a rhythm, her nostrils flared slightly, while her uneven, almost ragged breathing racked her chest. Another day had dawned in the leafy outer suburbs of Surrey, England. Wend...
When Scott and I got married, I was an eighteen year-old college freshman and he was a twenty-two year-old upperclassman. We'd been dating for four years, and had been sexually active since almost the beginning. Perverts or not, we were also silly on romance, and we had the clever idea of cutting ourselves off for the entire month leading up to the wedding....
Ah, the fabulous fifties. Dwight Eisenhower was in the White House, gays were in the closet, tail fins were all the rage and "good" girls didn't go all the way until marriage. Boys did, but only if they could find a "bad" girl willing to go there. I wasn't one of those boys, and neither were most of my horny, sex-starved high school buddies. We were all fr...