She looked like the kind of girl that could be pressured into doing almost anything. You know the type. Really insecure and maybe a little confused. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous or anything, but she was attractive nonetheless, and there was something about her that turned me on. I was attending a gig at which
I had no great expectations for my senior year of high school. It was the late 1960’s and I was voluntarily missing out on the “Love Generation”. I had a close call with the girl I lost my virginity to, she thought she might be pregnant, and I had avoided all girls I might have
Hi, Katie again. I want to tell you a story about a boy I know named Jason Goldman.Jason and I met each other when we were in Mrs. Lipton’s 2nd grade class, which now is about 10 years ago. We were friends in those days, since we lived on the same street, and our parents
I was sooooooo horney. I knew that the next day I was going to be his teacher .I snuck out and got into my car. My head was swimming with thoughts of how I was going to do this.It was my day off, and I knew that father Dale would be in the church practicing
Parts 1 through 4 are entertaining, but not mandatory before reading this. There is an Amanda that fits the physical description (she is a lovely lady), but her role in this story is completely fictional.I hope you have enjoyed the earlier parts of this work of complete fiction, and enjoy this one, too.*The days dragged
This was Lydia’s first summer job. She had been nervous about traveling far from her family to spend her summer with a camp full of people she didn’t know. Lydia had a shy personality and had a hard time putting herself out there with new people. She found herself lost in the crowd during the
I remember my first experience of seeing a naked man – actually a naked 18 year old cousin of mine. I was 18 years old at that time and was spending my vacations at my grandfather’s house in a village.My cousin had also come over from another town and the two of us would spend
Sam had moved in next door only a week or two ago. He was a young 18 year old guy who I believed was attending the local university. I was 25 years old and finishing a law degree. I had seen him a time or two and waved to him.I was busy one Saturday afternoon
Special thanks to darkniciad for competent, helpful editing.*Louisa blinked at the steps leading up to her house. They didn’t wobble under her feet, nor did they squeak.Inside, a wonderful aroma wafted from the kitchen. She stood for a moment, eyes closed, inhaling the smell of fresh bread. Was this some kind of dream? If so
I spend a lot of time, writing my stories, which I like doing very much. I also spend a lot of time, editing and correcting my stories, which I hate. But it has to be done, if you are going to read an understandable and reasonably consistent story. My only reward is the letters I
Tomás”What a gorgeous, sweet little pussy you have, omega,” I said. It was true–she was a perfect work of art, her pink inner labia protruding from her puffy outer lips. Her thick, prominent clit at the top was the perfect contrast to her slick, desperate little hole. Even as aroused as she was, stretching her
Your response to Grandpa’s Guide to Girls was so flattering that it motivated me to write this sequel. You voted your approval and made very kind comments about the story of Grandpa Frank helping young Ben woo his first girlfriend.You need to know why I placed this sequel in the “first time” category. Ben is
Blaine lit the first candle of about 10 in the Room. The Room, as it was called, was in the home of his virgin lover-to-be, Evra. But soon that was to change. Tonight, Evra was going to be his lover, no longer a virgin. The candles let out the light scent of vanilla, wafting around
I grew up on my parents’ Midwestern dairy farm. I have one sister who is six years older than I am, so she was long gone before I came of age. Dairy farming is a tough business, especially with a large herd. My mom and dad managed one hundred and seventy-five milking cows, and it’s
Maybe it was the new apartment, a noticeable step down from my last address. Tara and I built our dream house in a new development just on the outskirts of the city. Lots of room and wonderful amenities. Now here I was in Rock Hill Apartments. Not a slum, but there existed an uncomfortable proximity
He was probably her best friend. He was there when she needed an ear, a shoulder. A great friend but never more, every time a man would break he heart he would be there to listen and hold her but he never asked that she let him “hold” her. Until one day…They worked together every
Continued from the first partI was waiting for the day my mom and dad go to the native. So that day came in June and I was excited. When I told this to her, she was so happy and gave a naughty smile. So the previous night, she chatted with me.Me: So how you feel
Keith’s wife, Julie, a librarian, remembered an event at age 18 when she and Michele, one of her friends decided to get friendly with the sport center ground keeper.After pre-season training for the netball game, which was starting the season the following weekend, Julie and Michele were walking towards the net-ball courts before warm up
II am—or was until very recently—a professor of English at a small but very expensive New England college. I had worked there for about 30 years—from the age of thirty—and while retirement was mandatory at the age of 65, I decided to take mine at 60 and devote what remained of my life to writing.One
So you want to know about my first time. Well there is nothing spectacular about it. It was a just a wonderful burst of passion in an unlikely place. Well here goes. I was at a club with a friend and we were not getting any action from any men there so she went to