I was nineteen, almost twenty. That magical, sensuous age. I’d heard men say it was the sexiest word in the English vocabulary. Nineteen. I was lithe, fertile, and sexual, with glossy skin and lustrous golden hair. No longer a girl but still not a woman, I was of that age when men young and old

It was a sunny Saturday morning. I woke up in my bed, staring at the light flooding through the gaps in the curtains. It had been an unusually warm night for Spring, I had slept in my boxers and I was slightly sweaty. I stared down at my body, as I lay on top of

She looked like the kind of girl that could be pressured into doing almost anything.  You know the type.  Really insecure and maybe a little confused.  She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous or anything, but she was attractive nonetheless, and there was something about her that turned me on.   I was attending a gig at which

I had no great expectations for my senior year of high school. It was the late 1960’s and I was voluntarily missing out on the “Love Generation”. I had a close call with the girl I lost my virginity to, she thought she might be pregnant, and I had avoided all girls I might have

Hi, Katie again. I want to tell you a story about a boy I know named Jason Goldman.Jason and I met each other when we were in Mrs. Lipton’s 2nd grade class, which now is about 10 years ago. We were friends in those days, since we lived on the same street, and our parents