When I woke up the next morning, with bright sunlight already streaming into the room, I found myself alone in the bed and with Anne nowhere in sight, which left me slightly disappointed. I had expected to be woken by her, or the other way around, and after last nights intimate confession, revel in the new closeness. I crawled out of the bed and made my way...
Mari had never been big on sex. She was small and quiet and tended to keep to herself. Most boys paid no attention to her throughout high school or college, unless they had a "little girl" fetish, then they were just weirdos. Sex, when she had it, was a fairly machine process. One plus one plus one equals three, orgasm, done. Her few boyfriends came and went...
I had this job at a recreation place where customers got to rent our facilities and use them to their desire. We had all types of things on this big expanse of land, we had cabins for people to camp out in, horses and horse trails, tennis courts, volleyball courts, etc. We had a lot and since I grew up with three older brothers I was a smidgen, oh who am I k...
Intro All characters in this story are fictional and at least 18 years old. This is a continuation of the story Cory's Senior Year. * Chapter 1 (Thursday afternoon) It was just after noon on Thursday when Cory and Tyler hit the road. They were on their way to a state park about 4 hours away. They had been planning this trip for a couple years, and now t...
Publishers' Note: This is the translated copy of the diary of Sarie Marais, a young (24 years' old) South African and Afrikaner woman. When I met Sarie I would not have guessed that she had such a remarkable tale to tell. Her tale involves getting to know a group of people that she would never have associated with. In order to help the readers not familiar w...
I have to tell you about what happened to me this weekend; I can hardly believe it myself. There was some work related party that Sally, my girlfriend, and I were supposed to go to tonight. It was Sally's work, I knew lots of the people there, but usually I end up smoking outside and shooting the shit with the other boyfriends and husbands over the pool tabl...
Around 4 a.m., with my arms around Becky's warmth, my face nestled in her hair, I sank into a deep, Mariana Trench sleep. A sleep so ocean deep, nothing, short of a bomb planted by Jacques Cousteau under the bed, would wake me up. When I finally cracked opened my eyes, the clock next to the bed said it was 5 a.m.. After blinking out the blurriness, I reali...
Author's note: This series is devoted to my wife, for whom it was originally written. It is both a history of our sexual life as well as my means of sharing our fantasies, with alterations to names and times to protect our friends, but both the fantasy and reality are/were spectacular enough to warrant sharing with others. **This is a stand-alone story.** F...
This is a collaboration story between me and my friend Black Velvet. Sara belongs to Black Velvet while Matt and Simon belong to me. All written text and characters are copyrighted and may not be used without permission. This story will contain boy/girl, girl/girl, boy/boy, and threesome sexual content. Some chapters may not contain any sexual content. In wh...
Chris' first time didn't happen until he was nineteen years old. Indeed, until that time he'd never even kissed a girl, though there'd been the odd time when he fancied he'd been close. But nothing he could ever be sure about. He was always very awkward with girls. In fact, he was awkward with everyone. He only had a couple of friends, Pete and Stu, who s...