You know guys don’t ask directions, right? And they certainly don’t ask for help getting sex, but one summer I got excellent advice and help from a couple of friends and achieved a memorable milestone!I’d had my first sexual experience (“Paradise Found and Lost”) and while in the army had found a few girls who
Carrie’s eyes blinked open. The bright sun lit the whole room. I took her a moment to realize she was lying in her parent’s bed. She rolled on her side and looked at Ethan as he slept, remembering fondly what had taken place in this bed long into the night. The belts and torn nylons
It is the sort of party where people stay the night (shoes and bottles scattered around the house), we have spent the entire evening exchanging heated glances and heavy touches when we think no one is looking. These things happen often among our friends and I look for you at every gathering, thinking of the
In a small United States controlled province called Cascadian is a little known operated Christian University. It is called St. Decapolis. This university exists on a plantation that educates dedicated individuals who seek to fulfill lifelong goals of either becoming a minister, Servants of Dogma (the equivalence of a nun), or a missionary.The unique campus
This is a re-submission. A few things have been adjusted as to better communicate the story. A very special thanks to my editor, Alwaysupforu2004. He has helped me to see my story through my audiences’ eyes.This is my first story to post on Literotica. I enjoy probing the minds of my characters to add a
Author’s note – Thank you for your feedbacks, support and well wishes. It feels good that my work was appreciated. Feedbacks are always welcome, but please make sure to leave your email address =)))* * *The day was overcast and grey and the dark clouds that hung low in the evening sky portended rain. Ominous
That first week of classes would be fondly looked back on as one of the most purely exciting times of Ginnie’s life. She met dozens of new people, most of them as nervous and eager as she was to get into some kind of rhythm. Her schedule was all mornings–so it left her afternoons relatively
Grant hesitated again. He wasn’t prepared for questions. Jon said nothing about questions. But she hadn’t kicked him out yet, or called her husband. He decided to push it.”When I look at you it gets really hard.””Is that so?””Yes.””What do you want me to do about it?””Maybe you could help me figure out why it
Carefully I avoided the step that always creaked, tip toeing down the stairs until I had reached the bottom floor. Pausing, I cocked my head to listen for any sounds coming from the upstairs. The soft snoring still came from my parent’s room, indicating that they were still sleeping. With a sigh of relief I
“You’ve really never been with a man?” I said.”That is the conventional definition of a lesbian,” Amy replied. We were drinking beer after work, like we did most night. She was on my couch, and I was in my chair across from her.”I mean, I just figured, there must have been a time before you
Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror. What a mess I look, she thought to herself. But then it’s always been that way with me. All through school they would laugh at me with my glasses and my pigtails and my plain looks.Look at me she said again to herself. What boy would want me?
Zoraya was 20 now and in Russia. She attended each Central Red Army hockey game that her Russian father would take her to. She enjoyed watching a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. His name was Sergei, she had found out his name from a friend and that he was 18. She watched
ForewordThis is the true story of how I lost my virginity to a ‘cougar’. At the time of this writing, it is a secret that I’ve carried around inside of me for nearly fifty-five years. Except for the wonderful woman who became my wife, I’ve revealed it to no one else in all that time.
– My Grey Summer -bywarkat747*****Authors note: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters, places, and events, are made up. All the fictitious sexual activity depicted within, is between consenting adults, who are fictional. But it is the authors hope, that in reality, if you have taken the time to read this story
In college US History class, I saw a classmate, Clair, sitting at a corner looking withdrawn. In the next few weeks, I constantly saw her with her head down and never socializing with adjacent students nor raising her hand to ask or answer questions. Halfway in the semester, we are partnered to write the course
He leans close and places the softest kiss upon her forehead. She smiles, he knows, a hand creeping upward over his chest. It’s soft and tentative, and fingers curl into the material of his shirt with confused desire that’s reflected in the deep brown of her eyes.He breathes her in as he kisses her, inhales
I’m sitting on a low wall, next to the outdoor lunch area at my high school in Glendora, near Los Angeles, eating the lunch my Mom made for me when Diane Graham walks over to me.”Hi, Brett,” she says as she sits down next to me.”Hi, Diane,” I reply. Why is she here? I’ve known
He was waiting for her in the hall again. Summer. He had never spoken to her but he knew her name.Her Spanish class was next to his. So most days he leaned against the wall before class, waiting for her to walk by.But that day was almost a year ago, Will realized. Before Summer was
[The story so far: I’ve recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I’ve met a woman (Angela) and we’ve been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. My babysitter (Samantha) has watched us have sex, and confessed to Angela. That set Angela thinking, and she
Author’s note: Thanks to Chief Hal for his proofreading assistance.All characters in this story that are involved in any sexual encounter or scene are 18 years or older.I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Hell, the only reason I agreed to the dare, was because I knew there was no way Chris was ever going