Hi, I’m Mike and I’m 29 years old living in San Diego, I’m average looking and recently received a letter from my mom that 2 of my cousins would like to come here for the summer, of course I said OK, Vicky and Susie were 6 and 7 last time I saw them 10 years
Naked, young Benjamin Dryor strolled back into the bedroom from the tiny bathroom of his efficiency apartment. Although he could have easily grabbed a washcloth to clean up after himself, he didn’t. He decided to enjoy the wetness and the pungent odor of clover and vinegar, of green tea and yeast which clung to his
My wife and I visited the local glory holes once or twice a month, so it was no big deal when I told her I wanted to go again soon. It was unexpected however, when I told her I wanted to do things differently next time. I had bought a mask for her to wear
“Billy, come here!” my sister loudly demanded. “I need a favor.” So I stopped what I was doing and crossed the hall, not wishing to anger her since she was a tyrant when she was mad. She was laying on her bed, naked, one knee raised and smiling at me. I blinked at her and
I am twenty years old and had recently broken up with my girlfriend. She was fairly inhibited and we enjoyed our sex together. I had been reading an erotic book and got a sudden urge for some sexual activity. I decided to go to a massage parlour but not one of the local ones where
“Damn it. Why can’t you ever wait for me to cum? All you have to do is be patient. Twenty years and you still don’t know how to get me off. Some husband I married” my mother shouted. I hurried back to my room, as my mother would certainly be headed for the washroom after
“It will work, trust me.” I said to Jason as we snuck into the bedroom. “I hope it does baby,” Jason said to me as we approached the bed. The bedroom was dark and hard for both of us to see. I was glad I had been in the room many of times and knew
Before you EVEN close this, I have one thing to say. This is not about smoking pot. This is about something a tad more personal. No matter how much I try, I can only last seven minutes. So why the title? Do the math: seven minutes, each with sixty seconds. 420. At first I thought
“Hurry up Toby, you’re going to be late,” Marissa Jones called up the stairs to her 18 year old son. “Ok mom, I’m coming,” he yelled down to her as he came running out of his bedroom. “God I really hate going out for dinner with Aunt Jackie. All the grown ups do is talk,
Holly Hamill was a little drunk. Not much, just a little tipsy and giggly. She walked into the living room of the old house with her husband Matt. Just behind them came her sister Riannon and her husband Sean. They had all been out to dinner and had had a few bottles of wine. Holly
Hi, my name is Karl Radvanyi. This story is about a time in my life that I’ll never forget. It is a true story, not the whole story, but as much of it as I’m willing to tell the world. It took place just about a month before my 16th birthday, when my parents sat
As an adult, for the first few years, I (Jim) lived by myself and developed the habit of not wearing clothing in the house, nor outside if I could do it without causing an uproar by the neighbors. I had a privacy fence around the back yard, and only those in the apartment buildings across
My wife and I have been married for twenty two years. We both got married when we were 17. We have a daughter 21. My wife started having an affair with, and left me for a black stud named Vick. We had been separated for over a year. Nothing I did could get her back
Nicolette Eagletown stood naked before the full length mirror in her bedroom observing her own beautiful body. Becky, as everyone called her, would be nineteen in two months. She was only 5’1″ and 100 pounds but it was perfectly formed in a 32C – 18 – 33 body and a lovely face with flowing brown
Diana felt anticipation growing within her as Michael wheeled their small, fully packed MGB down the narrow road. Outside, the moss-laden cypresses of the bayou country blurred by. She reached out and lovingly squeezed her husband’s thigh. He glanced at her, smiled, then returned his eyes to the winding road. Michael had been uneasy about