I was nervously pacing up and down in my little room and all the time I was thinking, "For heaven's sake, shape up Abigail. This is not the first dance you have ever attended so get a grip on yourself." "Yeah, but it is the first one that I ever went to without a stitch of clothing to cover my nakedness! And, it is the very first one that I ever went to whe...
All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. * Eighteen-year-old Allison Katz closed her eyes and blew the last run of Artie Shaw's Etude No. 3. The hard tip of the clarinet curved warmly in her mouth. She sucked off a drop of saliva and pulled the instrument away from her lips. Ah! It was her senior year in high school. Only music had brough...
"May I borrow some salt, please?" Bianca Jackson pulled up to the cabin. As she turned off the engine she leaned back and closed her eyes briefly, allowing the silence to speak. With a sigh she finally stirred from the vehicle. It was late afternoon, about three o'clock, yet there was a nip in the air. It was always like this at Holywell National Park locat...
Mark found avoiding Karen was far easier than he thought it would have been. After about four days he started to wonder if Karen was, in fact, avoiding him too. The idea of that made him a little disappointed, he was not expecting to find Karen waiting round every corner trying to rip his clothes from his body but he had expected and truthfully, fantasised a...
Harry looked across the table at the woman. She was checking through a file, her dark brown hair tied back into a bun, concentrating on the information thoroughly. Harry assumed she was in her forties, a very seasoned detective inspector by all accounts. Probably quite a bit of a stunner in the days she was just a constable. He was there for enquiries only....
This is my first ever story, please be kind. This is a work of fiction and all names are ficitious. My name is Helen and this story takes place in the spring of 1978 when I was 29. I had been married to my wonderful husband for three years and we had lived together the year prior to our marriage. My husband was my first male lover and although he had a c...
Finally, the kids were off at school, and hubby was working. Kate hadn't had any time to herself in quite some time, and was really looking forward to her day at the spa. Never having had a massage from a man, she was rather nervous. Questions raced through her mind; was he going to treat her with respect? Would he be too rough? Was he going to be attractiv...
My Dirty, Dirty Little Slut: A True Dom's Chronicle (Chapter 1) Introduction This is a true story - a story that charts the erotic relationship between me, a 42 year old professor, and "D" a 19 year old university student. I teach at a University, though not at the same institution D attends. That would be a professional no-go zone for me. I like teachin...
I had been walking alongside the highway for almost forty minutes. It had been a relatively successful trip until this time. Every time I stuck my thumb out, it seems I had a ride within five minutes. They were mostly short rides. I preferred it that way. It felt to me the way I feel when I order a sampler item off a menu in a seafood restaurant. Rather than...
Sienna stretched out and put her legs up on the mahogany desk she had purchased a few days earlier. Buying some of her new office furniture at an estate sale had enabled her to save quite a few dollars. Saving money was fairly important when starting a new business and using all your own money to do it. Her husband had been supportive, if somewhat incredulo...