I have nothing but fond memories of Misha; she was very kind. I remember working that crappy part-time job with her that Summer, secretly having a crush on this 24 year old bombshell with gigantic blue eyes, a tiny waist, and her full undeniable hips. I was 18, a virgin, and about ready to ship

Late in August I got a phone call from Janet, who lives a block away from me and is one of my regular lady friends. “George, can you come over here tomorrow morning?” she asked. I have a big favor I want to ask of you.” Based on our previous times together, I assumed she

A New ExperienceBy Dawn RMy second attempt at a story from a male perspective. My first was “A Nerdy Cousin.” Comments please. There are some Scottish and Swedish colloquialisms. Look them up is you need to.I looked down as I stumbled slightly stepping off the rocky path onto the beach. Only a short ride after

Mom and dad left me to babysit for the night. It was my Birthday, but no seemed to remember or even care. A couple of happy birthdays early this morning was all I got. No cake, no ice cream, and no party. I hate my life. They left me to babysit my two younger brothers

Sara Ibrahim wanted to pay for lunch but I have refused and paid with the money I have brought in their currency. We walked out of the restaurant and headed towards her apartment, the doorman greeted us both, opening the glass double doors of the apartment building. Walking towards the main lobby, she pushed a

I have always been very shy around women, and I’ve never had the nerve to initiate any contact with them. The exception, was my cousin, whom I’d always thought of as my sister, as I am an only child. She married another cousin of mine, but after two kids, she got divorced, and moved back

Andi had been invited to Paul’s for an evening he was a little unsure of. He had been having wild erotic fantasies about what could happen, what he wanted to happen.He was young, just twenty one, and full of raging hormones.Six foot,slim,athletic,sensual and sexual. Quite effeminate looking. Big blue eyes with long dark lashes, cute

I’m 30 and overweight. Not that much and some say I have a cute face and pretty hair and eyes. I hate the V word but I am one. I came close once, but the guy’s friends wanted to watch him pop me and I wouldn’t let it happen. I ran off wrapped in a

Dear Paulette,The waves are rolling in today – it’s grey but warm. A bit of rain last night but hardly enough to break the drought. I walked back through the woods yesterday – barefoot – and the soil felt unsurprisingly desiccated. Unusual for springtime here. It is difficult to complain about drought to someone in

©️ JRydher, JRydher1 2023Everyone in this story engaging in sex is at least 18 years of age.This is part one of a multi-part story. The first part has a good amount of background info before getting to “the action”. I hope you enjoy!Stewart Lewis was born in a multi-generation family in a small town in

Tom adjusted his pack as he set out on his first camping and fishing trip since his eighteenth birthday. As a birthday present His parents had given him a new three man tent to replace his old pup tent. His plan was to stay overnight and try it out.He had driven to the closest point

When Sebastian Beast, the famous photographer and consort of innumerable fashion models and film stars, decided to move into the quiet country town of Lustley it caused quite a stir. Sebastian was tall, thirty-years old, wealthy and exceptionally handsome. He had bought Thrustham Hall, an imposing Victorian mansion on the outskirts of the town, part

Hey again, I was laying down thinking for a bit about how I got here, sitting spread-legged in front of a webcam, anonymous users paying to mess with the vibrators in my very happy holes. Twitching and moaning in just the right light and after a particularly generous donation that pushed the vibrator in my

Laszlo Pulitz had been forced to volunteer for the local army when he was eighteen years and one month old. The war had been dragging on for two years when Laszlo was taken.”We recruit all who might handle a gun,” the patrol leader had said. “against these Variana pigs, who have murdered, raped, and decimated

Lisa Baker was my 12th grade history teacher. She was a tall, slim brunette with a great smile and was easily the most attractive teacher I had that year. She didn’t dress too provocatively but still managed to show off her figure. I spent all class staring at this lady and more often than not