A life of curves presents the slow reveal, that often pays grand dividends at the end! This much I’ve learned. Patience can be a virtue sometimes. “Shackled”, “caged”, “suppressed liberation”, “aching for release”; all some of my favorite expressions of late, to describe my “sensual” reality up to date… but I’m “married”. Yes “married”, if…
The two hour trip with Brian turned into a disaster. We left after breakfast and it was just the two of us. We traded small talk for the first about fifteen minutes and then he asked if I loved his son. I told him that I did and he started his barrage of questions. He…
You can’t believe how pretty it is here. We turned off the highway and traveled down a long dirt road to see this huge cabin nestled in the woods. I’m not sure there are enough words to describe what my eyes saw, but I’m going to try. My eyes saw what my mind could not…
Well I said soon. It has only been a few days and I gave Simon a part of me. We talked and I told him that I wanted him to be all my firsts not just the ‘big’ first. I let him cum inside me. I was so nervous and felt so naughty, but it…
The society I grew up in is considered taboo by most because we don’t conform to the ‘norm.’ We are considered a religious organization, but we don’t live a ‘holy’ life. We live, work, go to school, and are a part of the world. We may work with you or sit by you on the…
The three of them were inseparable. Celia, Camaire and Crystal. They were known among the girls in school as the 3 C’s because of their names. Among the guys, they were known as the 3 C’s because of their C-cup breasts. The sixteen year olds did everything together, and it was no different that spring…
Ok, so its not the first time i played with my cock, but it was one of the most memorable. I had been playing with myself now for a few months, since i first discovered the pleasure masturbation gave me, and this day started like all the rest. I had gotten off school because of…
Part 1: Innocent Curiosity. Being two years older than my little sister my “seniority” compelled me to protect her at all times. So much so that I would often let her have my favourite chocolate or biscuit when there was only one left. I was her hero. Even my parents acknowledged that. She watched me…