If you have not followed the story so far (see Twin Summer Ch 07), we are bunch of 18 year old's about to leave school and currently on a Duke of Edinburgh Camping trip in beautiful Dorset. * Early to bed and early to rise is the order of the day when you go camping. The flaps of the tent were still open when I awoke naked in a tangle of limbs, the summer...
It has been several years since I have written about my life. Not that I haven't had some great new experiences to write about – I've just been busy with living life and haven't taken any time to write. Lately I've been wanting to get back into sharing my experiences with our dear readers and my husband is always wanting me to recant past experiences so I de...
Every summer, from my early childhood well into my adult life, I attended a "sleep-away" camp - first as a camper, later as staff, and eventually as a section head. Many of my "firsts" took place there and there is no doubt that camp life played a large role in my sexual development. As a teenage staff member, you were the "adult" supervision, which left ple...
Kim Dudley could feel her tears beginning to dry on her cheeks as wave after wave of euphoria from her initial orgasm continued to sweep through her body. Between the tears and the beads of sweat that had formed on her brow, Kim was pretty sure the make-up she'd dutifully applied that morning before school was probably ruined. Feeling every eye in the room...
My first time was in mid June of 1973. It was a warm and sunny summer after noon in South Dakota. I had just turned 18 a few days before .Most of my friends had already gotten laid and had many stories of their conquests. Yes, I had dated several girls and it wasn't that I was weird or ugly. I was just not sure of how to get a girl to give it up. Or maybe...
Looking back at my early days at college, most people that met me then probably wouldn't even recognize me now. At the time, my hair was a basic shoulder-length cut without any coloring or styling, and I wore some dorky-looking prescription glasses. My wardrobe consisted of ankle-length skirts, some loose-fitting pants, and several long-sleeve blouses. My at...
All characters involved in sex, plus the Scotch whiskey, are 18 years old, or older. ******************* My sister's reaction was incredulous. I got off the phone with her, because I could not give her a good reason. Why, after 30 years, did I want to go to my high school reunion? At the age of 48, why did I want to see all those creeps again? After all,...
This is Chapter 3 of a story I started some time ago and have been delinquent in continuing. For those who might have read and enjoyed the previous two chapters I apologize for my procrastination. For those who might here be exposed to this story for the first time, I sincerely hope you will be tempted to read chapters 1 and 2. * * * * * THE TIME: January...
I remember exactly what happened after that, baby doll! You were sitting all alone and surly looking at the bar, and I walked right in and sat down next to you. You weren’t very glad to see me at first, but I changed your mind. “I’ve had a frustrating evening,” you muttered when you finally decided to say something, and I said I knew all about it. That got...
Who Put the X in X-Mas" is Part Seven of the sexual story of my life. "Gobble Gobble" which was posted on 11/21 was Part Six. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past sins is part of my repentance. Daddy was waiting for me at the front door when I arrived home from college for X-mas break. We hugged and kissed and I started crying. "Oh Daddy, I missed you...