The day after Labor Day was the start of classes at the University of Michigan, and marked the beginning of Diana's junior year at the School of Nursing. She also arranged for Astrid to grab an Uber ride to bring Laura to the medical clinic for paternity testing at 3:30 PM that day. Robert Morley also arrived at that time as arranged via mutual text messagin...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the storyline is true, the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early sixties and seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. * I suppose that where ever you live, tourists are...
I suppose I saw it coming in a way, because of how selfish Aysegul was during our weekly meetings. I mean, we started our affair in the first place because I was the only guy who paid any attention to her ass. And that's what she wanted most, was someone to worship her ass. To kiss it, to lick it, and most of all to fuck it on a regular basis, something her...
I first met Jackie during the summer of 2013. I had been traveling extensively and was finally back in Manhattan during my favorite season - those oppressive months of high summer. I'm not exactly proud of it but Jackie and I began talking through the old Craigslist "casual encounters". I suspect if you saw me walking down the street, I would be the last pe...
Back in the 70's, in that decade of post-Pill and pre-HIV, I was a first year grad student at Berkeley when I met a new assistant prof in the history department. Jed was a few years older than I was, and he was a real product of the 60's: a bushy bearded and somewhat stocky teddybear kind of a guy who loved his dope and loved the sexual freedoms that emerged...
I hope everyone enjoys the second tale. As always comment/feedback is welcome. MKvDeepSea It was the sound of a soft, rhythmic whimper that woke me. I blinked sleep out of my eyes trying to make sense of where I was. Eventually, I remembered, I was at a beach house party my wife and I had attended. It had turned into an orgy. I was lying on my back. Bi...
Peter Grayson woke up late that morning his head ringing from his hangover. Slowly getting up out of bed, he made his way over to his bathroom washing his face in an attempt to wake himself up. Looking up in the mirror, Peter checked himself out. Peter Grayson was eighteen years old with short brown hair and brown eyes. He was tall with a muscular body and s...
My story begins much like many other stories pertaining to male chastity. However, there are many details that it does not share with the stories I have seen posted. The first similarity is that I was the one who ordered a chastity device for myself, not knowing whether or not my beautiful wife would be interested in it or not. Also that I sprang it on her...
I understood the "L" and the "G"—well, I sort of understood the "L." It stands for "lesbian." But, since "G" stands for "gay" and lesbians are gay, doesn't that make the "L" redundant? "B" is for "bisexual," and "T" is for "transgender." (Sounds like those children's alphabet books.) That makes sense, I guess, except that bisexual people are partly gay, ar...
The summer of 1973 was to be my last year delivering the morning newspaper, a job that didn't pay much but was better than nothing for a high school student. Since I was going off to college in the fall The Schenectady Gazette would have to find another desperate for cash kid to pedal around the rural roads of Duanesburg, New York in rain, sleet, snow and co...