I ANITA'S STORY I grew up in a semi-suburban/semi-rural neighborhood and enjoyed girl friends and horses during my early adolescence. In high school my breasts had become so prominent that I was getting more attention from the boys than I was used to. Added to the thrill of making Junior Cheerleaders was the fact that the short fluted skirt of my costume...
Authors note: All characters, organizations, creatures, and events are fictitious in nature and are not meant in any way, shape, or form to represent any entity in reality. All similarities are purely coincidental and should be disregarded as a fictitious work of writing. Any characters who are involved in or conduct in sexual acts are over the age of 18. Th...
My Cougar wife (ex now, but we're still very close), Denise, has had a lifelong obsession with seducing new partners. No one man would ever be enough for such a total WOMAN as she! For her very first sexual encounter Denise had intentionally seduced a man who was well into his forties while she was just barely of a legal age in her home state at the time....
The moment I pressed play on the remote, I knew I was in trouble. However, my heart was racing since I laid eyes on this long forgotten treasure. We, my fiancé and I had been cleaning up the house and packing things as we prepared to move out of her parents' home and into one of our own. Katherine, Katy and I were excited to moving in and being an official...
This friendship with benefits involving Trevor - and Pamela - is officially all fucked up. The Woman With The Big Tits was napping in my other room when The Man With The Big Cock left my queen bed to visit the men's room. Turns out Trevor "visited" Pamela to consummate the relationship between The Woman And The Man With The Bigs. I then proceeded to eject...
I was already pretty drunk since I had started around 7pm and now it was 1 am. The blonde sitting in the bar stool next to me was rubbing my leg while she talked. What she was saying I had no idea as I was mesmerized by her cleavage poking through her low-cut sweater. My hand was on her upper thigh and her short skirt was barely covering her mound. I moved m...
There is no sex in this story, sorry. My name is John Turlock. I am an oilman. Actually, I am THE OILMAN. I work oil refineries, pipelines, tankers, oil and gas wells, and my favorites, platforms. I am the best in the business. I am in demand and I am proud of my work. I have a master's degree in petroleum engineering from Texas A & M. Because of my knowled...
Authors Note: This story is FICTIONAL. After my wife's first infidelity we had a good heart to heart and she swore to me that it would never happen again. We still love each other. So, this follow up story is FICTIONAL. All of the characters in this story are FICTIONAL except for my wife and I and Jeff. All of the activity and conversation in this story is...
Louise stood on the platform. Her train was late again for the third time that week. She has started working at the hospital after recently qualifying as an Ultrasound Specialist and she loved her new role. The days were long but rewarding. The evening as a little cool but still enough heat left in the air following the warm summer day that had just finished...
The Happy Mysogynist From a conversation on Prodigy Internet Chat from around 1998. For years I sat day after day on a chat line looking for personal stories. I started opening my own room, since the program let me, named something like "Tell me sex stories," or sometimes "True sex confessions." Wild women would tell me something viciously naughty, I hoped...