Here I was, nineteen, and still a virgin. Well, technically, I suppose I'm eighteen, but my nineteenth birthday is closer than my eighteenth. Nearly, anyway. All right, so I'm eighteen and still a virgin. My exact age doesn't matter. It's the virgin bit that irritates me. Mind you, Brian, my current boyfriend, is quite willing to change that status, but whe...
Natasha Starikovich was a happy camper. As she turned nineteen years of age, she reflected on her satisfaction with her life. She could not be happier with her academic studies at Northwestern University, as she was thoroughly enjoying being a coed. She was maintaining a 3.75 GPA including non-music courses. She loved expanding her technical knowledge of m...
I ended my last story with eight of us in my husband’s hotel room in Jamaica and with Frank telling Des, our personal taxi driver, to go ahead and fuck me. We had just returned from the street party in a small town nearby and I had traveled completely naked sitting on Doug’s lap in the taxi as he fondled and caressed my naked body. We had to use the staircas...
Chapter 2: An Exhibition For the next few days Sara couldn't stop talking about having exposed her body to men she didn't know, and how exciting it had been. "Did you see their eyes light up when they first saw my tits? And when you opened up my pussy for them to look inside, that was so intense! But you're not going to believe this, the most exciting parts...
Jane woke up early the next morning; this surprised her considering what she had experienced the previous evening. In the last week, she had been almost forcibly sexually matured. She had been caught by her mum for fucks sake; fucking 'wanking' with a spray can. She also had found herself; fucking 'wanking' over a fucking man. Then last night she caught her...
Monica Kelly tapped her fingernails nervously on the chair's armrest. She had her nylon-covered legs crossed tightly while she watched the bustling activity of the office workers passing by; mail clerks, secretaries, and sales managers all with somewhere they needed to be. Monica glanced out the window and watched the busy traffic on the streets four storie...
This chapter concludes (at least for now) this story line. I published the other chapters several weeks ago, and they describe many of the back story references in this chapter involving the relationships of the characters. For those of you who are interested, click on my name at the bottom of the story to access my previous posts. I enjoy writing about sex...
The weatherman on the radio was calling for rain as the truck pulled to the shoulder of the road. The old man's eyes held a smile for the hitchhiker as he said, "You know that I still have almost two hundred miles to go, but I'm a little heavy, I got to by-pass some scales up the road. I'm sleepy and it would help if I had somebody to talk to, you are welcom...
Rockwell Junior College (post graduate high school, as a friend put it) was next to a small river on a group of hills in northern Illinois. On a brilliant autumn day in September of 1970, I opened the door to the gym building. It was the on the highest hill of the group, and the rays of the setting sun slanted bright red and gold through the floor to ceiling...
This is chapter 1 of a new series. It'll be a long one (18 chapters written so far), and at times it's more of a series of individual stories with ongoing characters. Read one or read them all. It's a spin-off from my Tucker's Studio stories. I enjoyed writing that series the most when the little redheaded porn star Kelsey was involved. A reader suggested...