Being a child of the 70′s and having a family that was pretty strict Catholics, sex was something that was never mentioned in our household. As a result, I was a very naive child who made many interesting and confusing discoveries. Unlike so many of the stories that I have read by others, I did not masturbate almost from birth. Until around the end of the 5th grade I thought that a penis was for urination only. Sometime near the end of the 5th grade my best friend and I were wrestling in his basement when the close contact with him and the rubbing of our bodies together sparked something I had never experience before. I got my first boner. (If I had been getting them before that it must have been in my sleep and I was unaware of them.) I didn’t know what was ... Read More»

I'm Jan. I'm a geek. I'm bookish and brainy and I spend way too much time studying. I'm 21 and a junior at a small college in New England. I'm a bio-chemistry major with a minor in English literature. I'm about 5'5" and I have straight, dark hair and brown eyes. I think I'm too skinny, but everybody always tells me how great I look, (or would look if I "dressed up a little bit") even with my little A-cup breasts. I guess I look a little like Rory on "Gilmore Girls" and maybe a little like River in "Serenity" (fellow geeks will know exactly who I'm talking about), but I'm not at all athletic. I usually dress in jeans and a baggy t-shirt, and maybe a sweater, normal geek attire. If I wear make-up it's usually not much more than a little lip gloss. Nobody would ever ... Read More»

When I first moved in with Barbara, it was simply to split the living costs. She was a lesbian and wasn't interested in anything other than a casual friendship. But that didn't stop me from fantasizing about her. I did have one secret that I tried to keep from her. I love to wear women's clothing. I sometimes even fantasized about being a transvestite. But my female clothes wearing was done alone and no one knew of my passion. Until that one special day. There were many times that I masturbated while wearing panties and a bra. Sometimes I would tempt fate and leave my door open. I did this when I knew that Barbara would be coming home from her job soon. I almost always got off with fingers in my ass, enjoying the sensation of tickling my prostate gland. All ... Read More»

Karen Wilkes stared at the letter in her hand for what felt like the hundreth time. The 34 year old read and re-read the words, her mouth dry, her blue eyes reading the words over and over. She had been standing in the kitchen nearly ten minutes, the groceries and the rest of the mail forgotten. The room was quiet except for her shallow breaths. She gasped as the phone rang out, momentarily confused and panicked before regaining her composure somewhat. A glance at the caller ID showed her mother-in-law's number. "Not right now," Karen muttered as she clutched the letter and headed upstairs, letting the machine get it. Her blond ponytail bounced behind her slim body as she took the steps two at a time, her heart still racing. She was home alone, with both ... Read More»

I had stayed home to raise my three children for the last 7 years. I quit a good job working for a large insurance company as a claims adjuster. It was a decision that my husband and I made together. Patrick and I got married following a whirlwind romance. We were fixed up by his sister who I used to work with. I admit that I was settling when I met Patrick. He was a new car salesman and he looked and behaved like the stereotypical car salesman. I had recently ended a long relationship with a guy who had strung me along believing we were going to get married, but masterfully avoiding commitment until he was given an absolute ultimatum to set a date or move on. He chose to move on. After I had the babies in rapid succession and being home full time, I ... Read More»

I hadn’t been to Bali for years – I used to go there a lot. Initially as a backpacker traveler, and then for years and years, mostly for surfing. I always loved Bali – I never resented its ever changing face. There are many who think that Bali should stay stuck in a 1970’s time warp – where western travelers can still play at being “adventure travelers” among the happy smiling natives with their charmingly beautiful bare breasted daughters. There’s still plenty of beautiful and charming Balinese (and Javanese) people, although most of the bare breasts belong to western travelers. What used to be a string of sl**py little fishing communities stretching north-west from Kuta is now wall to wall with groovy residences and cool bars and internationally rated ... Read More»

I shut the light off and covered up with the blanket, put my head down and closed my eyes. I lay there for a few minutes allowing my body to relax and breath in the smell of freshly washed sheets. Even after washing them a hundred times, there is still a lingering smell of your shampoo. I miss you so much. I miss the way we would talk and the way you would hold me close. I miss the way that you would touch me, soft and slow and with so much desire that it would always feel as if you were worshiping me. I started thinking about how it would feel to have your hands rubbing across my breasts and my stomach. The feel of your lips as they caress my collar bone and to feel your cock grow hard against my body as your hands are caressing me. I kept my eyes shut; I ... Read More»

Getting my things together, I find myself daydreaming; my thoughts have been wandering all night. I think I am starting to enjoy this night shift. Especially on your days off, knowing your home; asleep; in that big bed. Oh but you won’t stay asleep baby. Grinning to myself I head out the door and to my car, still thinking and planning. We’ve known each other for years now. Friends first. I think at first you were scared of me. I wonder why that is. At first all we did was talk abit. Every time you’d come in, we’d talk, usually about nothing. Sometimes about your kids, or about what was a good deal. I remember when you got divorced. Then I got divorced. I started flirting then with you; and you’d turn red, especially when you heard me talking to my helper about ... Read More»

On the Monday morning after Nicky and Amanda had been introduced to the fucking machine that was owned by her mother, Shelley sat in her English class, listening to Miss Bascom. The teacher's parents had been misguided enough to name her "Prunella", after a wealthy aunt and, because of her dreadful name and because she was unmarried, most of the female students referred to her among themselves as "Old Pruneface", and thought of her as being an old maid. Actually, she was less than forty years old and was much more sexually active than they could possibly know. Just before the class ended, Miss Bascom approached Shelley, whom she thought of as her star pupil. "Shelley, would you mind stopping by my desk after class ends?" she ... Read More»

It was difficult to explain to people who did not understand; sometimes Amy didn't understand it herself. She was twenty-two years old, happily married to a man who gave her all he could, the sex was good but she couldn't get enough. Amy had always been easily aroused and from a very young age she had discovered the art of self- satisfaction. She would lie for hours, naked in her room under the covers, exploring her vagina, inserting her fingers and anything else she could find which she could push up into her young pussy. Over the years Amy taught herself many different ways of arousing herself and keep herself aroused for hours, perhaps now and again a quick rub on her clit or pulling her panties up in between her pussy lips and ass cheeks would keep her wet ... Read More»

'Just touch me sweet lover – please – just touch me... ' You whispered, as we lay – side-by-side, replete, sated, satisfied. Our longing and lust diminished but our bodies, voluptuously, lazily remembering the sensuous, urgent driving of our desires as we had so recently feasted on each other's needs and appetites. Gorging on our erotic responses to each other – urging each other on to greater erotic heights. Now our passions smoldered, dormant yet waiting to be rekindled with new and even greater vigor. We knew each other's bodies – knew them well. The secret erotic places where simply a touch or a suggestion of lips could arouse and excite. We had confidence in our ability to stimulate, turn on and sometimes violently - other times gently, excite and ... Read More»

Jen was looking at herself in the mirror. What she saw surprised even her. Her nipples were hard as rocks. They were standing out and aching for something. She picked up the clip; it was a vibrating nipple clip. There were two, and they were going to drive her into a place where the lines between pleasure and pain became confused and intermingled. She placed the clip upon her right nipple and released it; the plastic-coated clip didn't bite into her nipple but squeezed it hard, very hard. The poor nipple seemed to be pulsing; it was hardening with lust and that made the clip seem tighter, then burning and throbbing. She winced with the pain that hurt so good and made small noises, small whimpers and moans and she looked at herself in the mirror. The young ... Read More»

I awoke at 11:30 this morning, a typical Saturday morning in the winter. It was too cold to do much outdoors in the way of my typical warm weather fun, so I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty for having slept in late. That coupled with the fact that I didn't get home last night until 3:15 am from Tori's apartment, and after last night, I definitely needed the sleep because you see, Tori and I have quite a tumultuous relationship and last night was just one more glaring example of how crazy it can get. I don't know what it is about the two of us, it seems like all we do is fight anymore and even though I do love her deeply, all this turmoil and suspicion she's putting out is wearing me thin. And just as soon as I've thought that, and gotten it off my chest so ... Read More»

Her heart leapt into her throat again as she replayed the message on the answering machine. Her best friend from high school was on her way to stay with her while she toured the local college. Amber was a beautiful woman at 22. She had medium brown hair that hung to her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. Her eyes were a deep shade of green hidden behind sooty lashes. Her lips were full and very pouty. She really never worked out though she strove to keep her body healthy. She ate right and walked to almost every place she went. She had long, shapely legs that she showed off with short skirts, short shorts, or very tight jeans. Her belly was flat with slight definition to her ab muscles. Her 34C breasts were firm and pert. She didn't always have to wear a ... Read More»

Mary wond �ered if she should let the ram fuck her. Was getting fucked in the cunt by an animal more sinful than getting fucked in the mouth? She wasn't sure. It certainly didn't seem any naughtier, but such things were hard to judge. She wondered, too, if a girl could lose her virginity to an animal. Was it the mere fact of having a prick up a girl that divested her of her cherry, or did that prick had to be attached to a human being? Maybe an animal cock was like using a dildo or a sausage or something. That would be handy, no doubt of that. A girl could get all the animal cock she wanted and still retain her purity. She couldn't be sure about it and realized that, for the sake of convenience, she might well be stretching a point. But the thought ... Read More»