This story is fifty years old. Places, characters, values and cultures try to reflect that period. This is basically a love story that turns erotic. The pace and the buildup are necessarily slow sometimes, in tune with that period. If you like a touch of innocence, the slow build up and the explosive erotic love

It was 1999 and I had left my home county of Kent in the south east of England, to go to Glasgow University a year before. I’d gone back home for a few weeks over the summer but Kent was even more boring now I was used to the bright lights and big city, not

We met through mutual friends. Dale was awkward and made the silliest dad jokes, but damnit if he didn’t make me laugh. When I learned he was a virgin, it lit up something in me I didn’t realize I cared about. He was in his late 30s like me but had never been with a

Your response to Grandpa’s Guide to Girls was so flattering that it motivated me to write this sequel. You voted your approval and made very kind comments about the story of Grandpa Frank helping young Ben woo his first girlfriend.You need to know why I placed this sequel in the “first time” category. Ben is

Ann was in such a good mood on the drive home. Her mother kept looking at the grin on her face and said, “Ann, what are you thinking about? You’ve had that grin on your face since we left the hotel.”Facing the sound of her mother’s voice Ann said, “Oh Mom, I’m just in a

Before I start into my story, I wanted to add a few disclaimers. This is my very first attempt at writing something on Literotica, so please, please go easy on me :PI’ve been a long time reader on here, but until recently I had never seriously considered writing anything myself. But after having by far

It started as a day like any other, unremarkable in every sense of the word. I got up, ate a bit, showered, packed my bag and headed into town for a yoga session. When I got there the only one there except me was the instructor, we exchanged a few pleasantries (something I’ve never felt

Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen.I was cleaning the attic when I found an old photo album hidden among my wife’s college books. I really didn’t know much about that part of her life. It had been ten years since she had graduated. Mandy had always been vague whenever I broached