I reached down to switch the fan to high, and turned it to blow on my face while I sat in the back of the tent, watching the aisle in front and seeing absolutely nobody passing by. It was about 95 outside, and maybe 100 inside the tent, which was a giant solar oven. Maybe my photos weren't good enough, maybe the wrong subjects, maybe the wrong size, or maybe...
Her breasts were small. Not that they in any way bothered me; I adored them. It's just that I've been thinking about them for a couple of days. I seem to have been lucky to not have noticed there was any woman that was my 'type.' I've never really worried about a particular hair color, nose size, or fashion style. In retrospect, there certainly have been c...
Cindy had enjoyed growing up out in the country, her daddy being a dairy farmer. The only part about that life was that her dad had to be there at milking time twice a day, every day, and it was difficult to plan family outings that included him. Life out there was simple, quieter, and under the very watchful eyes of her very strict parents. Oh, she got out...
It was a hot evening and John was sweating profusely as he cleaned the car. Pausing to mop the sweat from his brow John's eyes were automatically drawn upwards to the bedroom window where he saw a grinning Andy looking down at him. Grin he might, it was his car John was cleaning and when finished he still had the back garden to attend to. He knew from experi...
There will be some readers of this account who have not yet had the pleasure of lying with an eighteen year old girl on a picnic rug, sunbathing naked after making love, occasionally kissing her soft skin, firm breasts, hard crinkled nipples, and willing lips. I suspect that even fewer readers will have had shared the experience with the eighteen year old...
*All characters are fictional and over the age of 18. The young brunette teacher stepped up and boarded the bus. "One, two three..." she said, counting the students' heads poking above the seats. "...eight and nine. Okay, it looks like everyone is here. Are you guys ready for the waterpark?!" Ms. Centino excitedly called out. "Hell yeah!" Danny, one of...
This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 7 will provide context. Hopefully, however, this story may also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work. As a brief background, the protagonists, Sara and Harry, sailed with new friends Dieter and Birgit to Antigua. Neither Sara nor Harry took any clothes for this trip. On Antigua, they met recent graduates Zoe and...
NOTE FROM AUTHOR: Well, here's the second chapter of the first story I've ever written. I don't even know how I ever came up with this idea. And being a guy, I'm not sure why I decided to tell it as if it is the woman telling the story because even though I'm an old retired guy, I still don't know that goes on in a woman's mind. So, I hope it at least sounds...
Chapter 19: Stephanie's Story, Again--After Intermission for Pussy Torture [Okay, this is the next to last chapter...over soon.] "If we're back to my story, now," said Stephanie, "then I'm just going to tell you, again: I have no story!" This time, though, she said it without challenge, almost dreamily. She hadn't moved to cover herself—no modesty. She la...
Week 1, Class 1 (Introductory Topics: Course Intro) Jill thought it would be a hoot. She needed a free elective for three more credits to satisfy her graduation requirements, and figured sitting around talking about sex for a semester would be a great way to do it. Besides, she had heard there were no exams, little homework or reading, and just a couple of...