It was just a few weeks before graduation, my daughter Tracy who had been a member of the cheerleading squad had come and asked my wife and me if she could have an overnight party with the girls on her squad as a sort of graduation, going away thingy since most of them probably wouldn’t be seeing one another again after that. Already eighteen by then, and wanting to give her a little more freedom and trust since she too would be going away to school in a few months, my wife and I agreed
I picked at the edge of the cardboard beer mat in frustration. She said she’d be here at seven. I checked my wristwatch. Eight pm!
“Take a goddamned hint, Valentine!”
I pushed away from the bar, snatched my jacket off the stool and abruptly shrugged into it. Somehow, somewhere, my wires got badly crossed…my instincts let me down. It wasn’t like me.
The red, cut-out hearts decorating the bar announcing ‘Valentine’s Day Happy Hour’ seemed to mock
Although he had thought about it so much over the years, he was just not prepared for it. He ran the scenario over and over in his head and he could always be suave, witty, charismatic, and romantic. But when it actually happened he was like a deer in the headlights. The softness of her hand on his at first nearly overwhelmed him because for so long he had wanted to know what she felt like. And now that it finally had happened it was so much different than he imagined.
Her hand was a lot softer
There’s nothing worse than two divorced guys sitting around watching television on a Saturday night. Lamar lost everything when his wife took everything he owned. All he had left after he got home from work that day was the car and the clothes he had on his back. I wasn’t much better off. The only difference seemed to be in the bills that were left behind. In this department, I was the ultimate loser. Still I managed to get a tiny apartment behind an old house on the outskirts of
I’m lying in bed mid-afternoon daydreaming trying to catch forty winks after a gruelling nightshift, almost deliriously tired but still can’t seem to drift off to sleep. I feel wired, buzzed, but I can’t quite put my finger on why. I try putting my finger downstairs to relieve some tension but even orgasmic release seems to be just beyond me at the moment. It’s just then, with one hand down my panties and one playing with my breast that I hear a knock on the door.
I know
I was a pretty normal teenage jock. Women, sports, and partying were my priorities. Like nearly everyone I knew, I was generally repulsed by the thought of two men doing anything together sexually. I had certainly never been attracted to men in my life.
In fact, the summer after high school was spent in pursuit of girls. I was lifeguarding and teaching swimming at a private club.
Part of the day was spent fielding the advances of Jewish mothers who wanted to make sure their daughters got to
Like many college students I take classes at all hours, after working a long day, I have night classes to face. All those subjects I never wanted to take, but have to, or I don’t get that beloved piece of paper that says I’m qualified to do my job. We park in deserted lots, huge fields of cement, that blend with the darkness as if waiting for the night to come.
Walking to my car alone at night isn’t really dangerous, although, I would get a little thrill as the cold bit through my clothes, and
I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent’s fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off.
It wasn’t terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don’t mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I
Sometimes the moment just gets the better of you. I had such an occurrence last month on a hiking outing with a girlfriend. What started out as a three-hour hike up and over a local mountain, turned into a sexual experience I will never forget, and likely never repeat.
I do quite a bit of hiking in the mountains around our medium-sized town here in Montana. There is a group of us gals that regularly gets together to explore the trails and peaks that line the valley in which our town sits. Last
In spring of 2006, I visited my girlfriend, Moni, in Scotland. We went on a backpacking trip into the highlands. We got to know a young guy about 25, Michael, who travelled with us for some days. One night, the next hostel being miles away, we had no other option than to spend the night in our small tent, although it was very cold and nasty weather.
As my girlfriend even freezes in her warm bed, we had to keep her warm in the night using our bodies with her lying between us.
Of course I got
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