Cold rain whipped at the platform, umbrellas held low almost like shields to protect the passengers who waited in the shifting lines to board the train cars. Elizabeth Reynolds, sandwiched between two large men tried to maintain some semblance of propriety but the surging crowd made it impossible not to crush her body up against the man in front of her while the man to her rear fought a valiant, but ultimately unsuccessful battle to keep from pressing his midsection into her curvaceous
My name is Shaun Jacobs and this is the story of my first sexual experience and my first time falling in love.
I am twenty one years old, 6′ 2″, slim build, short dark brown hair and green eyes. I have light skin and bit of a stubbly beard.
I have never had a serious relationship before and I am still a virgin, which is embarrassing at this age I know. Throughout my teenage years I guess I was mainly attracted to girls at school but was too shy to ever really do anything about it.
Once, there was a girl. She was a rather normal girl, with a sweet personality, but ordinary. The girl was responsible, pretty, if not quite beautiful with an unruly mop of auburn curls and piercing blue eyes. The young lady’s greatest pride was her academic grades at her school. Every semester she made Dean’s list, and the scholarships she won paid her way through school. She never caused a disruption and was a delight to her teachers. Life for her was simple, not complicated by
Sitting opposite me was an old lady loaded up with shopping bags. Other than her there were only two others on the train. As it neared my station I rose to go to the doors and the old lady rose also, struggling with the bags and packages.
“Let me help you,” I volunteered.
“Thank you I seem to have overloaded myself slightly and appreciate your help,” she said in a very soft voice, she smiled at me as she said this.
How she managed to carry all these parcels and packages
You first met him in your psych 201 class even though he was a senior and you were only a sophomore. He sat next to you the very first day and immediately started flirting. You liked it and you liked him.
He was just your type. Strong, tall, athletic. A surfer build and tan skin. Cropped blonde hair and blue eyes. Smitten, you couldn’t get enough. For him it seemed like a game, every day he’d flirt and tease you, and every day he’d leave without your phone number or without
Dianne’s boyfriend, Terry, was going to be home soon, so we had to wrap up our special afternoon. I began to pull my pants back up but the load of cum in my satin panties would surely soak through.
“Wait, stop,” said Dianne from the bed, her posture becoming more chaste after her open display of masturbation. Her legs pulled together as her hips turned. “Open the drawer behind you.”
I did as instructed and saw her panties again.
“Pick something and change or
Last night after my shower, I walked into the bedroom expecting to see my girlfriend curled up under the covers, which always gives me a feeling of contentment to end the day. However, instead of finding her half-asleep and ready to cuddle, I found her laying on the bed with the covers thrown back, wearing her black push up bra and some tiny little black lace panties….with an opening cut into the front of them to accommodate the thick, eight-inch-long, strap-on penis that she must have
Susan was swimming alone in the pool as I walked into the hotel pool area. It was after 2am and I was a little surprised that anyone was there at all. She looked up at me and smiled as she continued her backstroke laps. Susan was about 18, I thought, with a very athletic body.
She wore a red one-piece suit with high thigh-cut which clung tightly to her body. Her long blonde hair was wrapped in a tight ponytail.
“You’re a good swimmer” I said, attempting to start some
Author’s note: this fictional story is written from the perspective of a bi-curious, submissive male enjoying his first experience. As always, I love feedback, so let me know what you think, good or bad, and thanks for taking the time to read!
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Things weren’t going well for Private First Class Sinclair. My Battalion Commander had him standing at attention in his office while he angrily accosted him and explained the charges against him. This was the old Army, before Obama softened
It was Friday night in Tempe. One of those glorious nights that Arizona is capable of. The temperature was just right the sky was clear, and Mill Avenue was in full swing. Every college town has what is referred to as University Row. It’s a street dedicated to separating college kids from their parents money. It contains an above average amount of bars and restaurants.
One of my favorite locations was at Hooter’s. It’s a bar on the second story of a building. It’s right on the corner of
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