I was my boyfriend's first, but he wasn't mine. At first, the learning gap was a bit of a frustration for him, just because he thought he was dumb for not be a sexual tiger and having to ask questions. But, I didn't mind teaching him at all. He was a quick learner, if you know what I mean... One of the things I had to teach him was the proper way to eat a gi...
I was eighteen before I worked up the courage to let a boy fuck me! I am a good looking girl, petite with long blonde hair and green eyes and a pair of firm 34C breasts but I avoided going out alone with boys even though many of them at school were clearly attracted to me. My girl friends would tell me how boys had fondled them, pressed their tits, stuck the...
I was frozen.... Frank pulled the binoculars from my hands. "I want to see. Looks like some good stuff on the Cuban boys boat today." Numb from what I had just seen I mumbled, "Yeah, good stuff." I felt that I had been kicked in the gut. The boat docked, two young male marina workers ran to the end of the dock, to fasten lines. Soon the group was walking...
This is a shorter story than I usually write. I came up with this one after a friend told me about the first threesome he had with his wife and my wife. There is not much background information in this one, but there should be enough written to give everyone the gist of the story. ***** Jill, my wife, and Sue, the wife of my best friend Bill were out on a...
Tales From Sechs City -- welcome to Sechs City, a wealthy, middle-class costal area of Western America in the state of California. A gorgeous, quiet largely uneventful place, people move to the city to follow their dreams, to live their day-to-day lives. It's almost too perfect to be true... Heidi tried to show as little frustration as possible on her face...
As the sun set behind the trees we relaxed on the porch, finally at rest from our hectic lives. This was our escape, our little slice of heaven, our house in the hills. The afternoon had been busy with unpacking and collecting wood but now things were set up, it was time to truly unwind, to let go. As the last of dinners dishes rattled in to the sink, the f...
"What are you still doing here," she says. An angry hand rubbing across her lips. Her eyes narrow, boring through him. "You didn't tell me to leave." "So leave." He drops his eyes, moving back to his book propped up against his stomach, pressing himself into the chair. "You did your duty. You took your pity on me and brought me home. Now go." His soundl...
**Please read Chapter 1 before reading this one. Thanks for all the feedback** Chapter 2 Tears slid down Eva’s pale cheeks as she saw what was left of her once happy home. The hut had been burned to the ground and only charred remains were before her. She heard light crunching sounds as she walked over the burnt splintered wood and leaves. Slowly, she foun...
This is a work of fiction. I never got to know my dad because he died when I was about six months year old but my mum, Sara, always made sure that his memory wasn't forgotten and for this she changed my name from James to my dad's name which was Mark. They used to be treasure hunters, they dove for treasure on sunken ships, and in one of the dives something...
Sorry it's taken so long to get my 5th contribution out but the last six months have been incredibly busy and the most fun filled times of my young life. In the time between my last submission and now I've left school, had three summer holidays, left home and started a 4 year course at a University in London. What I'd like to share with you is the on-going...