Ch 04 "I have been a naughty girl" Part 1 Sister Mary's sap was fully risen, her years of reluctant celibacy had drawn to a close and she had no plans to return. Her gentle, exploratory touches of Jennifer and Marilyn during the Mass were still fresh in her mind and her clandestine liaison with Christine and Vincent in the shower had taken her to places sh...
Wednesday - I woke up at Debbie's, still wrapped up in Mickey. That boy was sweet. That was the thing. He wasn't harmless, or weak, or soft, but he just tasted good. From his gaze, to his skin, to his soft hair, to that delicious dick of his, he was sweet. I couldn't get enough of him. We fucked a couple more times, then Roger had to leave, and Mickey was...
Nick Larkin and I were tripping our nuts off on some really good blotter when we saw her sauntering through the crowd of revelers, most of whom were just as buzzed as we were. No doubt about it; she got some stares, even for a Mardi party. It was the Saturday before Mardi Gras in 2001. I was still single at the time, sharing a house in Mid-City with Nick,...
[Author's caution: This anacreontic story may not be your cup of tea, so please don't read it if you prefer lascivious description.] My search for the perfect pussy ended in marriage. I got a little older while I was looking, but my taste for nineteen-year-old women did not, which made the search even more challenging. Some of you will be wondering, in dis...
Regular readers know this. You who are new to me don't. But these stories are mostly true. The story and what happened and how I felt is true. The dialog is how I remember it, but you and I both know that memory is faulty when it comes to dialog. My name really IS Charlotte and Paul's name really is Paul and yes, we really live in the Richmond, Virginia area...
Martyn Wilcox stared across at the Year Eleven girls playing netball on the outdoor court. Their burgeoning sexuality wasn't entirely lost on him, but as Headteacher they held no real attraction for him. No, he was watching because of the teacher who was taking that class. Susan Davies was twenty-seven years old and had started at Shirewood High School a mon...
I was just downtown running errands when I happen to run into Brett. He grinned when he said hello and it brought back vivid memories of a crazy time I had last summer. It started in early June shortly after the end of the school year. My wife, Sandy, is a high school English teacher who has spent the last several summers in graduate school. She completed h...
I'm not a professional scribe, but beginning to understand what writer's block might feel like as I'm trying to figure out where to start. Guess I should begin with my personal story, and go from there. I'm in my early fifties, a for-hire professional in the Defense arena living in the DC area. About twenty-five miles west of DC, to be a little more exact. I...
Not all stories that start out with "Once upon a time" have happy endings. The characters do not necessarily live happily ever after as was the case in this one. It started as a fair tale that my wife tried to tell me, but unfortunately for her (or me – depending on how you look at it) I knew the game she was going to play. Once upon a time there was a marr...
Jada woke up to the loud beeping sound of her alarm. She pulled her hand out of her panties and switched off the button to stop the annoying sound. "Damn," she thought. "That was a really hot dream that she was in the middle of." She reached over to the drawer of her night stand and pulled out Big Ike, her eight inch dildo, to finish the job. This was go...