Three uninvited guests join a pair of honeymooners and manage to make it an unforgettable time. THE HONEYMOON OF RICK AND MICHELLERick and Michelle splashed happily in the surf on the small desert island. They were on the first full day of their honeymoon, and had eyes only for each other. They were oblivious to
When I was a student I used to work as a server at a large restaurant in a touristy area of my city. The restaurant could seat about 600 when fully booked and as such, needed a constant rotation of new staff to keep it running. It was an easy way to make some cash
The saga continues… [Thanks to all my readers! Parts 1 and 2 of this series are both in the top 30 of new sex stories. This one might be my favorite so far. Feel free to comment, or you can PM me any comments, suggestions or anything fun on here – thanks!] I barely got
Anthony and I were 18 when his sister, Angela, invited us to go to the beach. She was 22, and had a driver’s license. Just to get away from the city heat was enough of a reason, but looking at Angela’s body was a bonus.She wasn’t particularly pretty: curly, dirty-blond hair, glasses, freckles, but from
I was a virgin. But then so was Holly, and tomorrow was to be our wedding day! We were both excited, and a bit terrified. I mean, I had no “experience” at all….Oh yeah…I had seen lots of pictures…even as a teenager I was able to get hold of dirty magazines…but I had never REALLY
I was nearly nineteen, and had just finished my A levels at a prestigious British private school, and a friend and I decided to go travelling for a while, to de-stress and await the results. Our families, being rather affluent, were prepared to foot most of the bill, and so the world was very much
Oops! I guess Game Day was not a one-off after all! Publius gotta write sequels, I guess.I think with this one, it is especially important to warn the reader that I am always uninterested in gritty reality, hurt feelings, or likely consequences. My work is designed to be ridiculously plausible. I think I pushed the
The grandparents, parents, and cousins left this morning for late November Christmas shopping. I am 35, alone, in my highball sipping gambling loving grandparents’ New England Victorian house. The young afternoon sky is a shiny blue whale’s underbelly about to drop flurries. Then I hear the wood staircase squeak and shriek like a dilapidated tree
Justin and his sister, Amber, always got along really well. Justin never really thought about it when they were young kids, but he really appreciated Amber – and their close relationship – when he got to high school. Amber was two years older and was VERY popular. Justin was quiet and spent more time studying
Having reached the age of fifty-five and grown invisible to young women, I find myself reminiscing more and more about my former sex life. It was a good one. The list of women I had intercourse with numbers thirty-six, unless I’ve forgotten one or two. As I created the list, I realized that more than