It all started one day when a boy at school told me my ass was hotter than his girlfriend’s. I think I was 16, and I’d just moved schools. It turned me on, I’ll admit. I wanted to say ‘Wow, thanks.’ But of course, not being a dirty little slut at the time, I said…
It’s Friday, and the excitement of her upcoming trip is all around her. She packs up the last of her things, tidies up her house and drives to the airport. Going over everything in her head, she hopes she hasn’t forgotten anything. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, and her mind wanders…
Another Friday night meant he had to be ready for a show. The place tonight was a smaller older place. Theater was built so long ago it was mostly regulars, tending to be older, the guys would like his assistant but the women would be into him. He played on that fact, made the jokes…
What am I doing? Why am I here? Why am I talking to myself? Again?! This is the reason I’m here now, why can’t I just be normal AND STOP DRAWING ATTENTION TO MYSELF!!!! Ok, so you’re nice and confused now. Great. I tend to have that effect on people, I can count the amount…
You stir and turn to lie on your side. I move close behind you, my arm across your waist, once again imitating spoons. You murmur words. Indistinct. I ask you to say the words again. You whisper, “My mouth is dry.” I know this time I must refresh you. There is bottled water across the…
Shyly you come towards me. Your nightie is red, short, and lacy. A single delicate pearl button between your breasts holds the top closed. Almost sheer, the outline of your nipples creates a shadow darker than your skin; thin straps of red across each shoulder. The shadow of your tummy button is clearly visible. Panties…
My fortieth birthday had just gone by the previous week, with quite a fanfare of celebration. The years just seemed to have flown by. I sat back at my desk in the basement and reminisced the last twenty years. Moreover, perhaps puzzling what changes I should have made, if any at all. Or would all…
My parents were divored, and they didn’t speak much. Mom was sixteen when dad fucked her ass off, and so she was pregnant with the result of me. Life wasn’t very good, until I went to Santa Monica college and found great friends. It was liberating to finally be without reach of my parents’ fights…
I grew up in a low income family living in a small country town. Travelling anywhere was rare and a luxury for us. Accommodation was always with relatives or friends in the places we visited. My memories of holidays and travel are of sleeping on couches, sharing beds, or mattresses on the living room floor….
My thirty-ninth birthday was approaching, I was taking stock of my sexual situation and I wasn’t impressed. A cv including two ex-husbands and several former lovers was nothing to boast about. Nor was my current solitary state. No doubt I was responsible for some of the difficulties but that didn’t make me feel any better…
It all started sometime back and I think the best way to write about it is by starting at the very beginning. I used to live with my sister, Eliza and my father, Louis.My mother died when we were young and then at my 21 st birthday my father suddenly disappeared, vanished no letter and…
“Shall we?” she breathed into my ear; her cheek pressed against mine, as she reached out and closed the door. Pulling back slightly, her face only inches in front of mine, her hot breath burning my face, her soft brown eyes looking deep into mine as if begging me to let her have her way…