First time sex stories

Putting this first story under the category of “First Time” as I don’t know where else it fits. Every word of this story and those to follow in this series are true. I’m not necessarily proud of all of them but it is what it is.My first wife was a terrible lover. She had been

Jake Masters’ car had just broken down on the outskirts of nowhere. Before his car broke down, he saw a farm miles back. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make it to the farm, as the sun blazed down on him. But Jake was determining to get his car repaired so he could return

Author’s notes:This is my first real attempt at writing erotica; feedback is most appreciated. If people like what I’ve done, I’ll write some more! All characters in this story are in their last few years of education, and are all over eighteen.Lynne slipped round the bike shed, into the gloom created by the overhanging trees

SEX AND THE OFFICE – AUDREYI first knew Colin when I became his secretary. I was just gone eighteen at the time. He was a very thoughtful and kind boss. Always ready for a good laugh. It took some months before he made a pass at me. It was when we were coming back from

It was some weeks later that my next milestone in sex occurred. Clive had brought his friend Geoff home from work for a light lunch before going off to play squash. As we sat in the early evening sunshine, it soon became apparent that Clive and Geoff were having too good a time chatting and

The characters in this story are real. The events are fictional. I wrote it so my faithful reader and critic, S.E., would know something of my background.*When I was in High School, I was labeled as being a Geek. In 1954 that word had a completely different meaning than it does today. There was no

Erin’s Wild Week Part 1 Amanda helps Erin break out of her shell.All characters in this story are 18 or older.Part 1: School Dance: Erin goes on a blind date with Peter.Erin and Peter stood together uncomfortably as Amanda and Bobby headed to the dance floor. Finally, Peter spoke. “I hear you’re going to Berkeley?”

First, a little about us. I am Dave, my wife is Andrea. At the time of this story, we were 49. Andrea was about to turn 50. We married young and had only been with each other (sexually). A year or so before this story we had talked about swinging and trying it out. We

On the first day of classes her freshman year of college, Alice met her English teacher, Chrystal Rickie, someone she would get to know very well. After a few weeks, they were close friends, sending one another frequent text messages and watching girlie television shows together each week.Alice came from a broken family, so when

“Um… Mr. Randall?”I tried not to blush, but I knew I was not being successful. “Er… Um… Carrie needed me to get these and, uh… and send them for her, as she can’t find this brand at the local stores there.””These” and “them” was a reference to tampons, and as awkward as it was for

“Come into the cabin”, she texted me over the office IM. I was always excited to receive her messages and attention, but little did I suspect what was to follow.”Hi Puja” I said as I opened the door and entered. She quickly took off her earphones and shut her laptop before turning her chair to

Howard Jay Edmundson slipped out of his room carefully. His younger brother was fast asleep, and Howard was anxious to explore Vegas on his own. He let the door click shut, and pressed his ear against the wood, hoping the slight sound hadn’t roused his brother. After a moment he pulled away and walked quietly

As always, thanks to my editors, LadyCibelle, and Techsan, for making my stories a much better read.Boy, first time sure implies a lot. I was reading some first-time stories and it made me start thinking about my first-time everything. Some were really good memories and others not so memorable.I have a hard time believing that

I read somewhere that some people think that girls aren’t loyal or that they are particularly tricky and dishonest when it comes to friendships, especially friendships with the opposite sex. I don’t know who those people were talking about but they sure as hell weren’t talking about me. A while ago, I was alone. In

I considered telling my boyfriend about my afternoon at the neighbors, but I decided to keep my secret to myself. For one, I was feeling a slight hangover after Andi dosed me with some liquid courage. And second, I am a little embarrassed. I’m afraid he will ask me if I liked it, and I’m