It was only 3 days until my sisters 23rd birthday. She lived in Washington at the moment, away from everyone else in our family. It was just like her, so we all made plans to go down there, from Canada to visit her. My parents were taking their new motor home for the whole trek. I was just going to make the drive, probably stopping once overnight at whatever...
This story contains small penis teasing, that's why it's in the fetish section. If SPH doesn't interest you then move on to another story. Thanks. ***** It wasn't like her at all. We've always had a good sex life, at least I thought so, but this was different than anything I'd experienced before. My wife simply seemed more sexual than she's ever been. This...
The summer that I turned eighteen followed my junior year in high school. It was the sixties, and my sexual experience was limited to, 'heavy petting' in the back seat of my mom's LTD. Teenage sex in rural America in the early 60's; it was happening, but not openly, and few talked about it. There were true, 'bad' girls, who fucked often and with multiple pa...
The author gratefully acknowledges all the feedback, comments and suggestions that so many readers sent following Chapter 01. In particular, Jon, who immediately after reading it, cheerfully offered his attractive wife, and added ideas to certain parts of the story. * Late at night, Penny would enjoy making love slowly, she staring into her husband's eyes...
Kelly was, and is, the high school hottie. Perfect in every way. Five and a half feet tall, beautiful body, long brown hair, a tan that I would kill to have. Pouting lips, and eyes that reach out and grab you like you wish she would with her hands. She is athletic, has been cheer leading since middle school, and gives new meaning to the word's atmosphere,...
It's Friday afternoon and the last of the teen and young adult campers are departing. They roll into camp on Sunday afternoon and spend the week camping and learning outdoor skills with us. I've been helping out as a member of the staff at our regional camp ground for several summers while I finish college. I used to be one of the campers. My parents thoug...
As I wandered through the house, on my return to my downstairs apartment, I took a closer look at the opulence of the house I grew up in with my parents. I came to the startling reality, that I had never been a real part of any of it. It would seem that my parents' lover had raised me; I had never gotten to know my mother and my father as still a mystery to...
This story happened over 25 years ago, and is now one of the more cherishable memories of a much older man. One day an older (over a decade) male friend from work put it in my head that we should join an amateur theater group together. He had seen some flyers around the malls for casting "try-outs". The prospect would never have occurred to me, but my frie...
On Thursday, I returned to the courthouse for my first day as a file clerk in juvenile court. I wore my favorite low rise jean mini-skirt with lacy black tank top. As I approached the building I noticed an elderly man struggling to open the door, so I ran to hold it open. “Thank you, young lady.” My mouth fell open as I realized this smiling man was the me...
It was quiet in the village marketplace today, not much business. Instead of selling their wares the merchants were chatting and gossiping amongst themselves. Arn did not like to partake in such activities, she and her son, Kraik, kept to themselves. Since it was a slow day she decided to take down their booth, disassembling the tent that provided much neede...