I work at a large computer company, and about eight months ago, we hired a new programmer named Debbie Childers. Short, Jewish Princess type, with broad hips, a baby face, and a massive chest. I watched her constantly. I wanted nothing more than to put my hands under her blouse and play with those tits
It started with Katie’s Official No-Underwear Dare and with the impossibility of keeping a secret, especially when it has to do with sex. We all go to a private high school, you understand. It’s really a very good school and at least it’s coed — I’d go crazy in an all-girl school — but that’s
Katerina Bronislow was a picture of beauty and grace. The young champion figure skater glided to an abrupt stop, sparklets of ice showering from her silver blades as they bit into the hard surface. A moment of silence, then the music came back to life in a burst of joy, and the young woman flexed
Knock – knock – knock. The brass knocker on Steve Matthews’ front door made its particular sound of metal through oak to announce a visitor. Steve ambled toward the front door, dressed in nylon jogging shorts and an old t-shirt, typical for him on a Saturday morning following an early round of golf. As he
There are things one does in life that can make you feel like a bastard. Things that you either did or could have prevented that could have made someone’s life better. Sometimes, it’s both… I considered my college life to be quite good. As a student, I had little trouble gaining good grades. And as
I had a lunch date with my cousin Christen. Well, I almost forgot the meeting – sure, I had written it down, but it seemed so inconclusive with the large events that now occupied my head. So when I finally arrived downtown at Sherlock Holmes, I was out of breath and worried that I had
I heard faint noises downstairs, and I decided to investigate. I pulled on a pair of cut-off jeans and grabbed the old pump shotgun that had served me so well in Vietnam from under my bed and crept downstairs to check. My Ranger training came into play, and I moved soundlessly, down the stairs and
Stacey covered her mouth as the crowd of females emerged from their various hiding places with a shout of “Surprise!” She had heard of surprise birthday parties, but not surprise bachelorette parties. The girls came up to her one-by-one and offered congratulations on her upcoming wedding. She glowered at Megan, her best friend, who wore
The confessions of a confirmed Lesbian. This story is about Maryann, my very first female lover. Maryann is the reason that I am happy today. She made me understand that I am a Lesbian. She made me what I am… I might as well start at the beginning. I suppose I’ve always been attracted to
I’d like to tell you about my lovely wife and the wonderful relationship we have together. I married Jeanne (the name I’ll use for her here) when she was 18. We had both just graduated from high school and hadn’t had any sexual experiences outside of the ones we had with each other. Now, let
June 16: Dearest Diary, I’m so sorry to have been neglecting you lately. I’ve just been so busy, That’s all, what with finding an apartment and a job and moving and all, I just haven’t had time to do anything else. Wow, is St. Louis ever bigger and more hectic than down home in Paducah!
Mrs. Garr was an extremely attractive woman in her mid-20’s, and I was handling her legal suet… “Mrs. Garr, what company are you insured by?” I asked her. “Do you find me attractive, Mr. Riely?” she asks me in return. “Excuse me” I reply, knowing full well what she had asked me. “You heard me”
The campus campanile slowly rang out the last of the twelve hours. From his cubicle in the library — open twenty four hours — he barely heard it, but perhaps it made him decide to pack it in for the night. On the other hand, perhaps it was just a coincidence. As quietly as he
My name is Jack Duncan. I am 45 and a professional photographer. My wife Debbie is 32 with wavy, natural blonde hair atop a 5’6″ body weighing 123 pounds. Blessed with a beautiful face and stark green eyes, Debbie has shapely hips carried on long, lovely legs. With supple breasts filling a B-cup, she is
Well, my thinking that first night wasn’t all that clear with all the shots we had been taking. We were both pretty toasted, thousands of miles away from home on a business trip. We work for a large corporation. I’m a regional manager for our business, and she’s a direct report. We work very closely