Author's Note: This was written with the help of my good friend Minxette, who plotted the story. My thanks to her and to my readership for the wonderful feedback. * The day was beautiful, the sun taking shelter behind the randomly passing clouds, a slight breeze whispering through the leaves of the trees, and the onset of summer providing a sweet afternoon...
Aunt Ethel This story starts out when having kids out of wedlock wasn't common, when there was no Internet, GPS, or iPhones, when sex education was not taught in school, when abortion was normally back-alley, when being "queer" was never talked about except with hush-hush "well you know" comments, when birth control was – except for using condoms and diaphr...
Cathy opened the door and disappeared into the night. Thinking that was the first and only time, she would ever act as a prostitute. Suddenly, she realised that at no time had she asked for payment, she laughed; money had never entered her head! It was about her sexual satisfaction and of that, she thought, there was very little. "I have to know what I am."...
Peter stood talking to his friends for a moment, and then one of them, a tall lanky looking kid with blonde hair started walking towards her. She recognized him almost immediately. Brad Jensen. It was another one of the guys that Peter played with on the basket ball team, and in all likelihood, his best friend as he was the first to come walking over. He act...
Britta was drunk. Meeting her old anarchist friends often meant downing an insane amount of alcohol and this time had been no exception. They had literally downed everything. If she were honest, Britta would have had to admit getting wasted at some dive bar had not been her original plan. Trying to pluck up the courage to discuss a failing relationship tur...
Before all of our guests left, I went to bed early. I guess midnight can be considered early if you're having a good time. Partied out, I kissed Tess goodnight and went to bed. I didn't stay long. I'd had just enough beer to do bathroom sprints all night, and apparently had one more good one left in me. Coming back from the bathroom, I noticed that Tess and...
A single drop of morning dew dripped from the penis. Or so it would have appeared to their quarry. In fact the object dangling from the tree was a life-like, phallic replica, 8 inches long, hanging suspended from a silken cord to the pine tree. It had been painted a life-like color; that was important to the test subjects. Or so Professor Cummond had always...
Allow me to introduce myself to you, my new, dear readers. My name is Valerie Durrell and I suppose you could say that I am the focal part of this story. I'm a single, popular and active girl and I've just passed my 24th year. I live in France with my family, although I have traveled all over the world. I speak 4 languages fluently, some of that comes from...
by Shelly K as told to BrettJ Hi there. Anyone remember me? It's been a while. I'm Shelly and I'm the naughty girl who was seduced by my stepmom, Kirsten. Since our first time together, my world has been turned upside-down -- but happily so and I have no complaints. Sex is a constant in my life now, my little pussy is fucked and licked every night. Some...
The name is T.J. Brown. I'm an engineer working at Walpole, the toughest correctional facility in the state of Massachusetts. My days are spent reading books, exercising and occasionally tussling with other workers. The facility is undergoing some expansion and I'm the lead engineer on this gig, working closely with the architect. Such is my life these days....