The evening we spent at the home of Greta, was fantastic, she laid on an excellent meal, her chicken casserole with some very acceptable white wine and the chocolate feast of a desert was as they say 'to die for'. The Bailey's loosened a few tongues nicely and we heard two different stories on a subject not previously raised directly, virginity, or, more pre...
I thought about incorporating the idea of Ben Bova's "Duelling Machine" with a variation of the Sex Education proposed in Jean M. Auel's "Earth Children" series and the following is the result. Chapter 1: Sex Education – The Head-Teacher My fingers shook as I unwrapped the package. Finally. My own duelling machine. Actually, I thought as I skimmed the ins...
The medic and the Russian had stopped for the night. Bearing in mind that he was a city boy, the Russian was not so squeamish, the medic though. If he had to walk, he walked, if he had to sleep, beneath the sky, on the dirt, he slept. Even the medic was a city man, but he had more experience about the life in that country. Especially about how much it took t...
In a corner of the giant hall, as far as they could be from any of the crackling fires that kept the cool, midnight air at bay, two women sat with their feet up on the low table in front of them. They faced each other from opposite sides of the table, their ankles crossed for the sake of propriety even as their legs physically blocked anyone from entering th...
Beth Smith was 55 year old and lived in a small town. She was a sexy African American woman with long thick gray hair. She was very fit for her age. She worked out every day and jogged. Her body was nice and tone. She didn't look like a body builder but more like a fitness trainer. She stood 6.3 in heal and had long thick legs and thick butt. She had a juice...
Chapter 2D, The Initiation, The Finale As I mentioned in Chapter 1, I have kept a dairy since I was in Junior high school. But it was all pretty boring until my freshman year in college. When I read my dairy from then all the memories come flooding back to me. It is just like it all happened yesterday and when I write it all down I get to relive it all over...
Cien ground his teeth in frustration. Laird Jeremy Fitzhugh's son, Colin, did not seem to learn. At all. He was at his wits end after trying to teach the boy for the entire afternoon how to use a sword. Cien wasn't stupid. He knew he couldn't teach the lad everything there was to know about sword play all in one day, but he also knew the boy must be slow for...
I'm not young and inexperienced, by any means. In my early, sexual-awakening days, I had more opportunities than a lot of guys I knew in the area of sex, both alone, and with willing females. I'm not bragging, but I lost my virginity at 15, and there were several girls who met me as virgins and left me knowing how a man satisfies a woman. One day, I met a g...
When I daydream about it my mind always takes me to the old bridge. I picture myself standing along the walkway peeking through the rusted steel girder trusses at the east bank of the river. There, along the river front, I watch the neon lights flicker on as the sun begins to set. The bars there aren't the kind of bars where you order a lady a Sloe Gin Fizz...
Chapter 9: Sex with the Virgins Curtis's narrative As the two Range Rovers sped across the desert highway I found myself sat in the rear seat between two hefty, hard looking Bedouin tribesmen who stared silently ahead of them refusing to answer any of the many questions I threw at them. I have to admit I was terrified of the situation; not so much for myse...