The story you are about to read is a true one about my first sexual experience with another… It was about 3 years ago when I was 20 heading toward 21, and my parents felt that I was old enough to fend for myself for one weekend. They had a twentieth high-school reunion that they
I awoke this morning to the sound of birds, and sunlight streaming through my windows. The first thought to enter my head was “what do I have to do today?” My mind was blank … could it be true? I had nothing to do today? It’s Tuesday, so I don’t work today, the kids all
Anna knelt in her ‘secret place’. It was dark. The only light came in through a crack in the wall. When her family had moved into this house a year ago she had found this small cubby-hole behind a secret panel in her closet. She had covered the entrance with some clothes and hadn’t told
“Honey, it’s time for your paper route!” “Alright mom! I’m coming!” And Carly Simpson wasn’t kidding. She was coming, hard. As she spoke to her mother, she had three fingers of one hand jammed up her tight teenage cunt, and she was using the other hand to rub her swollen clit. She stood in front
I guess you could say I’m a fairly lucky girl, I have a good paying job that I love and I live in a high rise only three blocks from my job in a middle size city. As for me, I’m a five foot six inch tall red head and weigh one hundred and twenty
My boyfriend and I had purchased a two bedroom rancher in a rather upscale neighborhood and had been in it about eight months when I came home from work to find he had left me. There was just a short note that said he wasn’t ready to settle down into family life, sorry. Of course
The last person I thought I’d hear from was Ann. We had been friends for a long time, but our husbands had a falling out and we each ended up taking our husband’s side, so we hadn’t talked for several months. In fact, I’d heard from others that Ann had been bad-mouthing me around town,
I met Joan on Thanksgiving Eve. I remember the date so well because a bunch of friends and I were out celebrating my becoming a partner in a Wall Street firm. Quite a feat in any man’s terms, especially for an Hispanic at that time. Well, half Hispanic anyway, which turned out to be telling
We had our eye on the single woman sitting in the back of the dark theater. After a half hour I told my girlfriend and lover, Donna, to get up and go to the bathroom. Then, when she returned… to go and sit next to our target. She did and nothing happened so I waited
Angela got ready for her first day of work at the LE GIRLS agency in downtown Manhattan. She felt anxious but mostly disgusted with having to get the job. It was only because of her husband that she got it to begin with. He had lost another job and now hung around the house in