"I'm not a virgin any more." The silent words kept coming back to me as I lay in the moonlit darkness. Maybe I was trying them on to see how they fit, and wasn't quite sure what to think. I gave Steve's hand a gentle squeeze. He made a small sound and squeezed back without waking. "I'm not a virgin any more." Sheets rustled over my other hand as I reached...
In chapter 3 my Auntie arranged a pee taste test with several donors for me. In this chapter she indulges my love of girls' clothes, and introduces me to a new pee donor. Chapter 4. Auntie Jean buys me clothes for a girls night in, and I drink from the fountain of youth. After my marathon day of pee testing and drinking yesterday I was quite happy to sl...
Suzy Gray was a 20 year old Junior at State U., and it was her turn to host the study group for the Cultural Anthropology course at her small off-campus apartment. When the study session was starting the process of wrapping up, pleasantries were exchanged amongst the students. Suzy asked a question of Tony Munro, a slender, studious black sophomore. "Hey Ton...
There are numerous stories, in many publications and on websites, where a mature woman 'teaches' a younger man. History tells us that young men strengthen their grip dreaming about this type of encounter. This is a variation from a story I originally read decades ago in Penthouse Letters. The original was from the woman's POV whereas this is done one-eighty....
NOTE - This is another collaborative effort from Heather and I. This was the first story we wrote together and it was written shortly before our 30th anniversary. I wrote my memories first then had the idea to share it with Heather. When she started reading, her memories kicked in. When she started telling me her memories, I told her to add them into the s...
Another year soon passed, another year untouched, but this was no ordinary birthday. I would soon turn thirty, about to start my fourth decade with my wall still up, my cave unexplored, a virgin still, through and through. And I was frustrated about that, let's not kid ourselves. I had been perpetually lascivious ever since my discovery of fingering at the a...
Make sure you vote or leave me a message. Enjoy! ******* We decided to create the "club" when we were freshman in college. You really can't call it a club; we don't have meetings or anything, no special handshake, or even a place where we really meet. Anyway, we call ourselves The Virginators. Yeah, it's corny sounding, but that's what we are. No, we don'...
Lara was on her knees, saying prayers to the goddess Verae. She was alone in the temple, the last visitor had left since dusk. After the last prayers of the day, she glanced at the offering for the goddess that the villagers had given from last month. There wasn't much left, merely a handful of grains in the basket. There wasn't much when Lara accepted it ei...
Disclaimer: Good writers and writers by heart feel free to expand this story and make it better. Keep it legal and try to stay visual (use images). Please add your own touch if you want and help it grow more diverse. What would you do if you were to possess an app that enables you to rewrite reality yourself? You could either become a hero and solve problems...
This story is irreverent and may offend some of you. Apologies in advance. To the rest of you, I have a few other parts following. Stay tuned. ***** I'm the luckiest man in the world. I have a wonderful life, doing work that is fulfilling and making a real difference in people's lives. I'm the pastor of a smallish church in a midwestern city. I'm not marri...