I left home confused, but I knew where I was going. I drifted down the street, round the corner and into the nightclub. I couldn't seem to find her anywhere though. I went into the back, through the curtains and into her bedroom. Then there she was, standing elegantly with a golden aura lighting up the room. She stepped towards me slowly, and I admired how her simple, black lingerie...

Added 06 May 2013 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 605 | 1 Comment

I was getting pretty nervous, I've never done anything like this in my whole life. I didn't even pack a bag, I just got on the next bus south, not even bothering to tell people I would be gone for the weekend. Normally I put my earphones and sleep the whole way but not this time. This trip was totally different. I've been to my intended destination plenty of times, to see friends and that,...

Added 19 Jun 2012 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 8 | Avg Score 4.88 | Views 1,514 | 2 Comments

After Madeline's first lesson with me the week passed quickly, and I found myself thinking about her more and more. The whole event seemed odd in so many ways, like her rapid change from shy to extrovert and back again. Either way I was back again the following Monday and like last time her mum greeted me at the door. "Welcome back Alex, how was your weekend?" she greeted me. "Good...

Added 18 Jul 2012 | Category First Time | Votes 7 | Avg Score 4.71 | Views 3,424 | 2 Comments

Her hair was dark, not quite black, and would have extend halfway down her back had it not been held up by a thick ponytail. But her eyes were the first thing I noticed, similar colour to her hair, deep and mysterious. I'm probably just over thinking things again, she seems like a perfectly normal girl, wouldn't stand out in a crowd of other high-school girls her age. I had a call from...

Added 28 Jun 2012 | Category First Time | Votes 13 | Avg Score 4.77 | Views 5,112 | 4 Comments

I take a deep drag of my 'cigarette', have a large gulp of tea. Then exhale. The sound of the vibrations of my phone on the wooden bench are familiar. A sound I subconsciously wait for. I pick up my phone and a message reads: 'I'm coming over in 5. Hope thats OK' It's from her. But she never comes over. I take one last drag and put the stub out. Pick up my still steaming mug and bring...

Added 23 Jul 2012 | Category Love Stories | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 743 | 4 Comments