My name is Hank. Now I'm a balding seventy-year old man, barely able to get it up. But back in the sixties, I was a photographer who traveled all over the place, taking thousands of pictures of young ladies. No, it's not what you think. I also took thousands of pictures of young men. And they were all dressed, more or less. You see, I had a contract with th...
I answered the phone on the third ring. "Hi John," my beautiful girlfriend Kelly said, "it's me." "Hi sweetheart," I replied. "We need to talk, " she led off coldly. I knew immediately where this was going. She was feeling guilty and was crawling back in to her shell once again. I prayed this would not happen, but knew it was inevitable. "What's on your...
SESSION I The recurring dream was disturbing, not because of its content, but because it reinforced my deepening sense that I was losing control. It was the same theme, and always involved a masked stranger who was sexually abusing me while I was tied to the bed. This morning I found the sheets stained, and my inner thighs were covered with a thin film of m...
Gavyn made a left into his driveway. It didn't look to much like a driveway though. It looked more like a dirt pathway big enough for a car. "Well, here we are." Gavyn came to a stop and put the car in park, then turned the vehicle off. As he unbuckled his seat belt he noticed Nicole open her own door and get out. She leaned against the car while he locked...
Meena Patel walked up and down the dreary street between her house and her children's school twice every day, just part of her stifling routine of domestic duties. In the morning she left the kids, aged 5 and 7, and returned home to cleaning, shopping and cooking the evening meal. In the afternoon, she trudged back to the school gates and collected them, the...
Note: This is a story about adult sexual activity intended for adults. Everyone in this story is over eighteen. While the events in this story are based on true experiences some names have been changed and times have been compressed for this format. The events took place prior to the need for safe sex due to current epidemic of STDs. * Marlene and I moved...
Chapter 1 I was a freshman in college when this happened, living at home, we lived in a large eastern city. There was Mom and Dad and my sister, Eileen, who was out of college and teaching biology and forensic science at a local high school. I'd been in college about six months, and maybe it was partly because I lived off-campus, at home, that I didn't see...
Believe it or not, there are benefits to the ridiculous fuel prices that have plagued our country. I am a living, breathing example of it. A few years ago, I was in a real slump. I was working part time, going to school full time, and living at my mom's place. It doesn't sound so bad, until I say that I wasn't fresh out of high school. No, things hadn't chan...
I was a relatively late bloomer. My sex life only began in my senior year, when my time at secondary school was nearing its end. Unfortunately for me, bright students are not always popular or confident, and for most of my schooling I had not had any significant success with the opposite sex. Bookishness aside, I was not unattractive. I had thick, dark brow...
I'm just a young average California girl who loves sex just like most girls, but when it came to fetishes, I never knew what they even were until a few years ago. Of course, I have things that get me hot and over the years, my boyfriends have loved doing them with me. Sex for me started in high school with my boyfriends when I found the time after cheerleadi...