*Knock knock knock* Principal Ramsey adjusted the bulge in his pants and called, “Come in!” in as stern a voice as he could muster. Dani walked in, her short plaid skirt swishing as she turned to close the door behind her. “You wanted to see me, Sir?” “Yes. I understand you were raising a ruckus
It has been more then a forthnight since Lord Russell rode across the drawbridge of Castle Bowdoin. Lady Pauline still a vivid picture, standing with her forest green gown mostly covered by a heavy dark green cape. Her hood pushed down on the back, hair blowing in the windy snow. The hem of her
My husband Len and I are in our mid 30s. Our neighbor across the street had invited us over for drinks late one evening and we embarrassed ourselves by getting into a fight. Virginia is a few years older than us, I believe in her 40s though she is quite attractive and you might guess
I was eight years old, my cousin Kelly was seventeen, as was her boyfriend Darcy. I was visiting Kelly and her family at their summer cottage near Penticton, a small vacation community in the Okanagan Valley. We had finished dinner and Kelly and Darcy were going for a walk down to the lake. They wanted
Almost a year had passed since Amy and her brother, Greg, had their first sexual encounter. Although the encounter was nothing more than masturbating for each other, it still stuck out in her mind as her most exhilarating sexual experience of her life. As she lay in bed thinking about that night, she remembered how
Jack geared down his rig as he approached the traffic lights; he was heading for a long haul and would most probably be driving well into the night. As the truck rolled to a stop next to a small white sports car, glancing down through the front window of the vehicle below, he was greeted
He had not known his lover long, but he did know that she was a very private and careful woman. He did not know where she lived or even whether she was married. All he knew was she was incredibly sexual and sensuous. Oh, he had been with younger and more beautiful women in his
I was on my way back to the hotel when I noticed a small cozy restaurant, the lighting was dim and the booths seemed comfortable and inviting. I hadn’t noticed it on the way to my appointment, but I was grateful for the chance to relax in the dimly lit privacy of my booth. Due
I sat down to dinner with the woman I love. We ate our meals in the restaurant together, sipping some nice wine and talking over our days. We basked in each other’s company. She smiled at a remark I made and stroked my hair tenderly. I reminded myself, as I did every day, of how
Lying here in bed, in my room at the nursing home, I think back on all the women I’ve had. Sweet as maple syrup, every one of them. The warm smell of the soft nipple of my high school sweetheart, back before the War that was. It would stand right up, that nipple, when I
This story is about a girl who fantasises about having rough sex with her friend while masturbating. Sometimes she sits and wonders about the thoughts that pop into her head. Strange thoughts. Thoughts she feels she shouldn’t be having. Sometimes she touches herself, down there, in a place where she shouldn’t be touching. Today she’s
Common wisdom is that a post-menopausal woman lubricates less than when she was younger, and that her sex drive decreases to the point of apathy. Sure, I’ve seen that happen in a few women. It certainly wasn’t true for Lydia. Lydia and I met doing online chat. Two years of conversations resulted in a face
” I rather think I need a drink after all that” said Robin “but first I’m going to choose a new rubber bathing cap for you to wear in preparation for our next bout of love making.” With that he went to the box of caps and with Lucy leaning on him and looking over
We were excited when our invitation arrived but surprised at the size of the accompanying questionnaire. Was this club really going to be worth it ? By all accounts, it was. My friend Phil had let slip that he was a member of a swingers club and it only cost me a few drinks to
“NNNNNnnngggg!” The object which used to be Daisy Fulton let out a desperate, incoherent grunt that sounded more animal than human. In fact, Daisy hadn’t been close to human in a long time. Not since her last year of high school, when Mama had gotten so terribly sick and had to go into the nursing