My name is Pete and I am forty seven years old. I want to tell you my story of how my close friendship with Anne and Mike developed over a period of time into a sexual one. If you are offended by erotic stories that involve creampies and sperm eating then this story is not for you and you need to move on and find one more to your taste (if you pardon the pun...
I fumbled through my jeans found my pipe and baggy, I always carried, and spent many an hour watching Petey's antics under the influence on our walks. I never gave pot entirely up, it provides focus and detail for me, unlike the dumbing zombie effect most people experience from it. I was looking forward to see how Kate would react, hoping that, like most wom...
I walked into my apartment for the first time in nearly four months. My husband dutifully escorting and helping me walk, along with my crutches. My left leg was still broken from the accident and the doctors said I would still need them for another week or two. Most of the rest of my injuries had fully healed, only a handful of scratches and bruises remainin...
GOOD SEX WAS HARD TO FIND The summer between my senior year in college and my graduate work had been particularly sexual. Not only did Carol and I terminate our status as virgins and then spend the summer exploring our sexuality, but unknown to Carol, I had also had wild sex a number of times with her apartment mates, Joan and Karen. After twenty-one years...
This is a continuation of my first story, "The Girl Down the Road." It is based on a true story, although I have elaborated to make it more entertaining. The new term had started and I was seeing Allison a lot less. We would still spend entire weekends together, but because I only got home at about five every day and we didn’t see each other much during th...
This story is the last part to the series of me experimenting as sex worker. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing about my experiences. I recalled being so pleased by making two old guys happy on Saturday afternoon before my big night as a working girl. I know they would remember me forever and that has always been a big turn on for...
That night in bed, Alex scooted over next to me and spooned in right behind my body – reaching over me to cup one of my tiny breasts in his hand while he pushed his hips up against mine. "Can I ask you something?" Alex asked softly. I reached up to press his hand lovingly against my breast. "Uh huh." I answered. "Would you really want to do that stuff you...
Saturday May 24, 2003 1:15 PM Brad stopped by to visit Tom. When he came into the house he squeezed Lisa's hand as he kissed her cheek and then went upstairs to see Tom. Lisa followed Brad upstairs to see how Tom was feeling. It was obvious from the smile on Tom's face he was glad to see Brad. "I need to run out to the store to pick up a few things. I m...
This story is about an army officer and his aide. It could be any army, not just the U.S. Army. It could be any war, any insurgency, not just the present one. The story is meant to portray the power of love over sorrow and regret. It's my first story with a transgender character. I hope I don't offend anybody. I certainly didn't mean to. I invite your commen...
Finally, Friday had come. Fe opened her eyes and squinted at the light streaming into her room. She yawned, stretched and looked over at her clock. It was almost 10:30 in the morning. She smiled at the presence of the new day, knowing that she had no classes to attend to and picked up her phone to look for any missed calls or text messages. She had three mis...