I looked across the long pub table at her, a beautiful woman, full of life and the vibrancy of the young. She had just sat down, opposite me. She had the longest, blondest hair I’d ever seen, and a beautiful, shy smile, and a cuteness in her voice that was not practiced or affected in any way. For some reason, I was suddenly acutely aware of the smell of the foliage from the trees around the courtyard, the sharp scent of beer, and the heat of the evening.
“Hi!” She grinned at
After our evening with Sophie and Marc, Jen and I decided to extend Kate’s training to include activities outside our circle of swinger friends. One evening Kate came to dinner and confided to us that Sabine, a coworker of hers was coming on to her at work and had asked her if she would like to “party” one evening with her and her husband.
Sabine had showed Kate some pictures of herself and her husband, Luc, in sexy positions in various states of undress.
“The pictures
The knocking at the door persisted and eventually penetrated the layers of sleep. The rain had stopped and whoever was out there wasn’t going away. A number of possibilities came to mind, none of them good. It had to be connected to the girl. Her father; her mother; a boyfriend …? I’ve always been a glass half empty kind of bloke, a pessimist.
My accommodation was a static caravan, the place I’d come to bash out the fourth in a series of novels, and escape out of a back
I was running late, over two hours late! I pulled open the door to the bar and stepped inside. The place was already busy with business people who were visiting the hotel for various conferences and meetings or for drinks after work. The band was on stage playing some classic rock music and there were people on the dance floor gyrating to the beat. The lights were dim and there was smoke in the air as I made my way toward the bar.
I ordered a 7 and 7 and noticed her on the dance floor. She
This is a true story, the names of the woman involved has not been changed because she approves of this account of my experience and this story is a tribute to her and her unrivaled understanding.
My name is Amanda and I would like to tell you about my first sexual experience with another woman, I was much younger and quite inexperienced compared to her, but it was a special time in my life that I will always remember and treasure.
Just the previous summer, my body had undergone some incredible
This is a work of fiction and all characters – both of them 🙂 – are of legal age. Originally I hadn’t intended for this story to be about a brother and sister, but story-wise it was just better that way than when it had been two close friends.
I would like to thank Bert_Fegg for his editing and helpful suggestions to make this story even better than it was before.
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“Are you okay?”
Brad looked up at his sister briefly. “Yeah.” He let out a
Really?” Bill, my husband said when I said ‘ok’ to a question he had asked many times.
“Yes Bill, really,” I said probably sounding more confident than I felt.
It was a Sunday afternoon. We were lying on the floor of our lounge. We were both naked as we had just had sex. It had been good, in fact it had been very good; I so love being fucked doggy style with me on all fours and with my lover draped around my body.
Bill had, not only lasted well for a man in his
Jon needed a job. Having been laid-off for the second time in a year, his cash and unemployment benefits were running out, so he had to do something. Being turned down by several good prospects, his self esteem and enthusiasm for working was running out, too.
Nevertheless, he had to try. So, he applied at the local Discount-Mart as an overnight stock supervisor. Working the graveyard shift, he would receive a bonus in pay, and also allow him to go back to school and finish his degree during the
We had known each other all our lives, and had experienced enough adventures together to fill a book. Twelve years of school, Little League and building forts, and now that we were out of high school, we were heading our separate ways as we were bound for different colleges.
Before Ken left for school, we made a point to spend a last few days together at a nearby resort town.
Renting a cheap motel room, we went out the first night and drank a whole lot of beer while listening to local bands
It was a warm October afternoon where I lived in England. I left my house in the quaint little village where I lived and started to walk to the bus stop. It felt particularly odd today as I had no pram to push along and my hands felt bare because of this.
I gave birth to Amelia three months ago. My ex-boyfriend (Amelia’s father) had decided that we should part although it was an amicable parting.
We both fell out of love with each before my pregnancy, but strived to keep the relationship
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