PART 1 – This episode in my sex-life relates to an experience when I was on holiday on the island of Ibiza . I was there with a good male friend of mine when, five days into the holiday, he had to return home unexpectedly due to a family crisis. Before we became aware of…
To pretend? Don’t think I can, The fallacies of a broken mind, Forbidden fruit, seen with hidden eyes, Courtesies behind the lies, It was not love, it wasn’t kind. This marriage: it was all a sham. No mystery; nothing to find, Splinters of a broken life, Sinful thoughts from yesterday, Bear the facts, come what…
I was about seventeen years old. Me and my friends would always chill after school at some kids house, who I didn’t really know. After we left there, my friend asked, “Did you know he’s gay?” I couldn’t tell. All of my friends were straight and so was I…I thought. Anyway, we would always go…
Well then, let’s try and put in words my first fuck; anally with a guy I mean. It happened when I was at university and whilst having a ‘relationship’ with a guy called Mike. For a few weeks we had been playing around, wanking, licking, sucking; just general fun. We had even progressed to fingering…
I hardly drink alcohol, but when I do, it’s cocktails. Not a good combination really, the hard stuff and not having a practised head for it, but – what the hell. That meant that for my birthday the place to go was a no-brainer: Bootleggers – a cocktail bar in Lynnwood with a cult-following because…
This story is a work of fact and not a figment of my sexual imagination. My second, and longest, time with a guy happened at university when I was twenty-one. And it happened with a guy I’d known for two years! His name was Mike and he was a good looking guy with an athletic…
My first experience with another cock as a sex object,r ather than playing with my own or seeing other guys’ cocks in the gym showers, happened when I was 18 years old whilst on holiday in Atlanta, Georgia. It happened on a family exchange visit whilst I stayed with a cute couple in their late…
Steamy hot water trickled down my back as I lathered up soap in my hands. I gently began to rub my soapy hands all over my breasts. I fondled with them and moved them around in circular motions. I took down the shower nozzle and placed it over my breasts. The hot water felt good…
Jessi and I had decided to keep that night our dirty little secret… it would only cause problems if John found out. However, as the days went on… Jessi and I became more infatuated with one another, longing to touch and be touched – neither of us could ever forget that night, it kept replaying…
Chapter 3: Curtis wants to enter me now!The story begins when my husband, Jim, and I host a BBQ party at our home. A co-worker, Linda, sneaks up and handcuffs my boss and me together as a gag. However, the joke turns out to be anything but funny when Linda realizes she did not bring…
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I’ve read stuff like this in the past and have always wondered if even one of the stories is true. Let me assure you that this is absolutely factual. If it’s not extraordinary compared to works of fiction or if I provide too much background information, please be patient and forgive me. I hope the…
Introduction, I started this with the intention of writing a cute text to my girlfriend at the time, while she was sitting on the bed wondering what I was doing with my phone, but it kept going till it turned into this. Its too bad that fairy tales aren’t real and that true love isn’t…
I feel you slide your hand along the curve of my rib-cage; I’m shivering in pleasure from the simple touch. I watch your hand move along my skin, taking my breath away with each movement. You slide your hand up along my rib-cage to my full breast; the palm of your hand skims along my…
As we lie here together in our panties and slips Our tongues darting in and out of each other’s lips As we lovingly gaze into each other’s eyes Our hands are exploring each other’s thighs The nylon is smooth and soft to the touch The feeling of our love is ever so much Our fingers…
When I had been in the Navy for a year I received a letter from someone named Virginia. I found out that she worked in an office of a friend. The friend had suggested she do her patriotic duty and write to a serviceman while we were waging that stupid ground war in Vietnam. I…