“Finally,” Brenda sighed. Another late night at the office was behind her. And the project was finished. She was relieved, and happy to go home. She’d sleep in a little tomorrow, to celebrate. She glanced at the clock. 12:30 AM. How did it get so late? She picked up the phone and called her husband.
Genie and I were both 18 years old. We’d had several dates already, and there was plenty of chemistry between us. But although we both worked, we both still lived with our parents. We had made out a lot, but hadn’t gone all the way. We wanted to, but the timing had always been wrong,
Your sister is crazy,” said Wendell as he hung up the phone. “What did she say this time?” said Jane. “It wasn’t her,” said Wendell. “It was Cal with one of his wild stories, but when he told me Joan was going along, I couldn’t believe it.” “I could see your eyes getting huge,” said
“Hey, Jeannie,” he said as he opened the door, “come on in. Susie’ll be right back soon I’m sure.” He grinned happily and licked his chops, it was like his prayers had been answered. He was just about to go upstairs, find his old magazines and jerk off for an hour or so. He wasn’t
When I was in college I knew a girl who was an exhibitionist. At the time, I didn’t appreciate how much fun that type of play can be. How I wish she were around now. Thoughts of her come to mind because of a rare treat I received at a Burger King. It was a
I’m an exhibitionist. I guess I always have been and I expect I always will be. That point in childhood when most kids (or at least most girls) learn modesty, I didn’t. I do remember my folks trying to shame me into covering up when I would dance out of my bedroom in next to
Andrea, called Andy, drove on the highway through the woods with Sandra, or Sandy how she called her. It was a beautiful and warm day in the mid of august. She had something special in her mind for her, so far Sandy already knew. Andrea was a beautiful woman in her 26th year. She had
My name is Kathy Clausen; I’m 33 years old as I write this. Life is a strange experience, at least mine has been. This story is basically about my life, or at least part of it. The incident that I am about to re- count happened during the summer of my 22nd year, and I
Carol Brady had a dilemma. While she was in college, she had had a two-year affair with her college roommate. Sandy had taught her the joy of girl-girl love plus the added pleasure of sex with another woman wearing pantyhose. Since then, Carol had had the urge, from time to time, to sleep with another
He called her on the phone when he was on the way to her hotel room. “Are you ready for me, slut?” he asked, his voice steely and cold. Mira took a deep breath. She sat, completely naked, on the old and faded hotel comforter, waiting to meet her Master for the first time. “…Yes…
I went shopping and met a check out “girl” that was very attractive. She had long blonde hair, a deep voice, was very tall and was wearing a low cut blouse that showed off the cleavage of her ample breast. I asked when she got off and if she had plans for the evening. She
“It’s a pretty good life,” Carrie thought as she stood looking at the rising sun through the kitchen window. She was 23 years old, had graduated from college, married. Both she and her husband Dzsepapper had good jobs. They weren’t rich, but certainly comfortable for a young couple. Dzsepapper was a great guy. He didn’t
There are two things that we Turkish “guest workers” in Germany long to have. A Mercedes car (which most of us manage to obtain, if we get decent work), and a blue-eyed blonde haired voluptuous white girlfriend. I hadn’t yet achieved either of these great goals when I met Heidi. She was the daughter of
It’s really not all Bob’s fault I’m the way I am, but he’s mostly to blame. During those early first years of our marriage I was so shy I wouldn’t even undress in front of him and we never made love with the lights on. I know it sounds funny, but since I turned 13
The doorbell rang and Sheila answered it. “Oh, Mandy,” she said, “I’m so glad you stopped by! Come on back to the kitchen. What a coincidence. My husband was just saying that, since I’d mentioned you so often, he’d like to meet you. And here you are!” “Yes, here I am,” Mandy laughed. “Are you