Military life isn’t the non-stop party everyone imagines. Many times, it gets quite boring. Especially in the beginning, barracks life, lots of training, minimal pay, and limited free time. Then, when you do have free time, someone will have to stand duty. It could be you, or it could be one of your buddies, but it always puts a crimp on things. Jax had learned this all too well in the past few months after a training inj...

I can’t believe I’m telling this story. It seems a bit embarrassing now, but I didn’t know better back then. I was still a virgin. My sexual experience involved watching porn, rubbing my pussy, and the occasional oral gratification. I wasn’t even sure if I knew what an orgasm was. I was pretty sure I’d climaxed, rubbing myself and oral felt amazing, then I’d get hypersensitive and stop. Orgasm? Possibly. Climax? Definitel...

The first time I saw her, she walked into my workplace on a hot summer evening. She had a wicked air about her. She was there to drop off her friend Michelle, who needed to visit her dad on some errand. The girl, Grace, wore a white miniskirt that skimmed her thighs just right, paired with a pink crop top that enunciated her petite frame. Her small tits pressed, braless, against the thin fabric, nipples faintly outlined,...

The bass thumped through the crowded hip-hop club like a heartbeat, lights flashing in sync with the grinding bodies on the dance floor. Cliff, fresh out of boot camp and buzzing with the confidence that came from Marine training, scanned the room with his buddies. Growing up, he'd been the quiet kid who blushed at a girl's smile, but now rejection was just another drill to push through. No more hiding in corners; he owne...

In my experience, most people stumble through life in a fog of moral obtuseness, where the line between right and wrong blurs into a vast, personal grey area. They justify their indulgences with half-hearted excuses, letting desires dictate their paths. Me? I try to keep my own grey zone as narrow as possible—a tightrope walk that’s cost me friendships, strained relationships, and left my basest urges simmering just benea...

February marks a most dismal time of year in the northern states, after four or even five months of cold temperatures and snow. Amid all this stagnation lands Valentines Day, the day when every wife and girlfriend expects their man to come up with some romantic plan. Some grand gesture proclaiming their love, and it better be better than the year before. I’d never worried too much about it; I did for my wife all year long...

The weekend of the reunion arrived. Everyone was milling around, saying hi to people they hadn’t seen since the year before, or longer. There were new partners to meet with some of the younger family members, and memories recollected for some of the older ones. The sun was out, the water was warm, and everyone was having fun. Gina had run off with Becky; she was Gina’s cousin, but they were tighter than sisters and thicke...

Gina led me into the cabin, pausing long enough to grab our clothes as we went. Once inside, she closed the door and took me in a passionate kiss. “I want you to lick me, like you did before,” she informed breathlessly and smiling, looking up into my stunned face. “OK, sweetie,” was all I could say. She led me to the couch, removed her thong, and sat down. I kneeled in front of her, then repositioned her closer to me. She...

My mind still swirled when I thought of that night. It felt more like a dream, or a story I read, rather than reality. It was a rare Monday evening, everyone was off doing their own thing and the steady rainfall meant my plans for outside work were shot. Arriving home from work, I decided to take advantage of the peace and quiet and just relax for a bit. I drew a hot bath and stepped in. I perused the internet on my phone...

The day was just another warm, bright Tuesday afternoon in the middle of July. I was doing some yard work and long long-overdue cleanup as my kids played nearby. My oldest daughter, Gina, usually lost in her own little world, was sunbathing on a blanket in the backyard. While she will always be my little girl, she was a fine young woman in every regard. As was typical when I was working, my mind was off on thirty differen...

It was just after 10 p.m. when I pulled into the driveway. The night had been a bit of a letdown, but that’s the way it goes sometimes. I had pulled my key to unlock the door when it swung open. “Hi Daddy!” my twelve-year-old greeted me, arms open and face beaming with delight. “Hello, Pumpkin,” I beamed back, erasing the furrow from my brow. “Why are you still up? It’s late.” “I missed you and wanted to see you before I...

Nan gazed out the window of her cabin. The scenery flowed by in the evening light, but Nan did not entirely notice it. Her mind raced with images of the previous night and she could hardly believe all that had happened so for this week. First André, then Nina. She did not find an answer to the question of Italian lovers, but she definitely knew something about Australian ones. They were quite good, ‘down under’. Nan chuck...

I used to be rich once, Until I fell in love, It hit me like a bowling ball, Falling from above.   She was spending lots of money, But I was too blind to see Until before I knew it, It was rags that clothed me.   But still by love I was blinded, And yearn for her did I, She kept my heart locked tight, Boy was she ever sly.   Though I was broke and bankrupt, Matter did it not, Because all that I could see, Were the riches...

Nan’s encounter with Andre had left her full of confidence and newfound sexual energy. She learned that not only could she enjoy sex, but desired it. And while her fling with Andre was completely gratifying, it also sparked a flame deep within her and the fire was building. With the French countryside well behind her, she fantasized about André as the train moved on. They had said goodbye in Austria, and now she was heade...

 The sun was setting on another hot day; I was finishing up the days chores when my aunt Mandy called me for dinner. It was my uncles farm. A little slice of English countryside. A small piece of heaven. I've been coming here every summer since middle school to help put hay up for the winter and make some money. Now, in my third year of college, I still come out for the same reasons, and I love the peace and quiet of the...