My story starts in the Bitter End pub, Crewe and ends with a bitter disappointment…..I was in my late twenties around 1985 and single at the time. It was a cold December evening, I was out for a drink in the ‘Bitter End’ pub in Crewe with a friend, his wife had stayed at home

My friend invited me for aBirthday Night Out In A Hamburg Sex Club.And what a night it was.My friend Dieter invited me to Hamburg for a birthday night out with him we had been friends since our college days together and had visited each other on a number of occasions since then.As I had never

I take no credit for this piece. I did some light editing but this was written by the Incubus who made me what I am. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. Let us know if you want part 2.*****Isis looked for unoccupied shade to no avail. It was only a

My name is Julie, I am 40 years old, married and have two children. At 5’4″ I am fairly petite and was disappointed in my small bust size (A) for a long time. I was never one of the popular girls and somewhat plain looking. The Catholic school I went to required both boys and

Chapter 1: Church VirginsThe story you are about to read is true. All events and behavior are faithful accounts of past occurrences, although names have been altered to protect my ass and keep me out of court. Writer’s license and humble discretion have been utilized where and when I felt it necessary to avoid embarrassment

“Leaving? Like…actually leaving?””Yes, idiot, leaving! You!” Steph slammed a fistful of her clothes into a suitcase and wiped an angry tear off her cheek.”But…you can’t leave me now! What about the apartment? The lease? Our stuff?””Oh, real fucking nice,” she scoffed indignantly, “I’m glad to know there really is something you give two fucking…FUCKS…about!”With that

Dave walked slowly through the empty quad. It was the same old high school, although it seemed smaller. He circled round the main building to where the stairs to the school newspaper room were. There was no there…there. Sheets of plywood covered the opening that had led to the stairs. Fuck. With a loud sigh

Hallo, ich muss mich zunächst vorstellen. Mein Name ist Jochen und ich bin nicht gerade ein Adonis. Nicht nur, dass ich einen kleinen Bauchansatz habe, einen relativ flachen Po und eine hohe Stirnglatze, nein… ich habe ein winziges Glied. Er ist winzig, er ist so klein, dass es kaum einen Unterschied macht ob er schlaff

In one breath, he blew out all of the 18 candles on his birthday cake. Today was his day to shine. After his friends and family had wished him a happy birthday, and he had opened all of his gifts, he decided that today would mark the day of a new chapter in his life.Before

I had arrived at camp about 11 am. It was deserted. I had arrived a week before anyone else because as head of the stables, I had a ton of work to do. All 20 of our horses had been turned out last October, and they had been out all winter. It was now May

The names of this story have been changed to be as generic as possible. This is a story based on actual events that breaks the strong and often ridiculous bonds of classism that can occur in the world we live in. I hope to demonstrate that love can break all rules and that sexual relations

The Low is always there, stroking my lower back in a comforting manner, because he is a friend, I know him, he hurls his black hole body at my centre when he comes, devours me and spits me out, what is left of me, weeks, maybe months later. But he always spits me back out.

As with Chapter 1, all characters in this chapter (all chapters) are over 18. There are a few times the characters may think back to when they were younger, but there are no sexual activities in any of those memories.************The next morning before school I sat on the sofa watching GI Joe and eating a

I just got done playing sports with the guys when it was time to turn in for the night. My name is Alex. My biggest crush at the camp is Jason. He always had the nicest ass. I could see it through his gym shorts because he never wore underwear. I loved, watching his ass

I’m not ashamed to say that I’m one of the biggest male sluts I know. I don’t go hunting women down, though, I let them lure me. Make the eye contact, do the smile thing, strike up the conversation, and all of a sudden they’re ready to take me home like I was a lost

This is my first ever piece of fiction. Thank you to Zebra2001UK for helping to edit it slightly. All people here are of consenting age.////////////////////////////////////////Jane had always wished that she had had the opportunity. She knew what he did. Mr. Rogers was a giver and a taker, as he would often call himself. He was

How canA Walk In The Hillsadd variety into your life.I had four consecutive days off work without any tours planned, it was early in the morning sun was up and the start of another nice warm day that I decided I would go for a walk in the hills. Kitted up in boots, shorts and

This is a true story. It recounts my very first tentative foray into the world of pleasure. Looking back, I believe I was fortunate to have been ushered into this delectable realm by the gentle persuasion of a very caring, very sensual woman.*Sam was a year older than I was, about my height, with long

I never thought she would be the one. In fact, until she was, I would have gagged at the thought of it. We were best friends, and we took each others virginity.It started out fifteen years ago, when we were three. I had just moved to our city and she was next door. This was

As told by James…Some friends of mine told me that I had to visit this new club. They said the music was loud and the chicks were hot. And they were right. My first night there, I met up with two beautiful women, a shapely blonde haired, brown eyed hottie named Kate and her very