The Tinder guy arrives at my condo at 9.  He is larger than his picture.  He is hot and that’s deliberate on my part.  His name is (and I kid you not) Lance.  I hope it refers to his dick.  Lance is tall and heavy-muscled.  My mouth waters.  When he sees me, his eyes take their time looking me up and down.  Will I measure up?  I have dressed to impress.  Is he impressed?  Wearing a too-high skirt and a too-tight top with...

I had to admit to a certain level of fear.  So far, Mom’s boyfriend Dexter had used a beer bottle to play with my breasts as a warmup to certain unnamed frivolities in the bedroom with my mom.  I had scored a hundred dollars and a Polaroid camera by letting Dexter’s son, fat Bobby, fingerbang me.  Although I came, squirted really, my pussy throbbed and not in a good way until Monday morning.  The next week at school went...

Chapter Two. At breakfast the next morning, Dexter is still here.  I slink in not wanting to meet their eyes, his eyes.  Last night, I let this man touch my breasts.  Okay, I let his sweaty beer bottle touch and massage my breasts.  This middle-aged man saw me naked, well, saw my best assets naked.  Other than a hard-on pushing against my ass, this resulted in my mother getting the pounding of her life.  Without the beer...

“Hannah, we have company.” It’s a Tuesday.  I’ve just finished a long day at high school.  I’m beat.  Even though I’m sixteen, I don’t have a license so I have to walk both ways.  I didn’t shower after gym class.  Too many pervy girls.  Combined with the long walk home, I know I’m rank.  But Dexter is here.  Mom’s latest boyfriend, the one who “helps” us.  Translation is that he gives Mom gifts. I go into the family room...

Sister. She was young. She was inexperienced. She was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. She felt alone. She was sixteen. She was with her brother in his car but she felt alone. She was scared. She was barely dressed. They were driving. She had been challenged. She had accepted. Now what was going to happen? Brother had always hated her. He was home from college for the summer. He disappeared every Thursday evening. He wa...

It was an accident! Really! I was a late bloomer. Walking out of high school at the end of my sophomore year, I was as flat as a board. Okay, I did have a couple of minor mounds on my chest but at age sixteen, I was definitely considered to be as flat as a board. I always kept a low profile at school wearing baggy clothing. Unlike Billie Eilish, I had nothing to hide. All that changed during the summer. By the end of June...

Little sister was a snoop.  Little sister had seen big sister in her room with her laptop.  Had she been chatting?  With whom?  Why had she touched herself?  Little sister was a very inexperienced sophomore who had just turned sixteen.  She had been puzzled as she watched her big sister. She knew big sister had been on a sex site.  She was curious.  After watching her, big sister left the room.  Without giving it much tho...

On Wednesday I am hanging with my friends, Rachel and Dusty.  Sophomore year in college is coming and being back home is so fucking boring.  There is literally nothing to do.  We are too young to go to the bars, not that there are any in this shithole that are worth a look.  I am so fucking listless and tired.  Tired of talking and tired of music, we start driving.  In our small town, there isn’t much going on.  Eventuall...

She was young.  She was new.  She had never been a part of an adult online community before now.  No one knew about it.  Not her friends.  No one.  This was her private secret.  One of several secrets she was keeping deep in her heart.  She had started by reading some of the stories.  Some had been awful but others were quite, well, stimulating to use an archaic term.  Eventually, she became a regular in the chatrooms.  H...

Molly: It had been two weeks since the frat party.  The bruises and bites had mainly healed, but I had been unsettled.  Nothing had been the same.  I had been tingling and aroused.  I had rubbed my pussy raw trying to satisfy the feeling that had ignited at the frat party.  Caleb had been angry.  I finally fucked him to try to make it up to him.  It had been a huge mistake.  The sex had been so damn vanilla I could hardly...

Molly A few days after my encounter with the college men at the movies, I had been lying in bed thinking how much fun it was.   I had really liked being groped by two strangers with Caleb watching me helpless and confused.   It had been in fucking tense.   What the fuck was I doing?   For one thing, I had been showing Caleb I was not a toy, at least not his toy.   I had also liked being in control of my rather voluptuous...

  After the movie theater incident, my relationship with Caleb had cooled.  A few tense days had passed.  I had held my ground, not apologizing and not explaining.  Caleb had not liked it but I really did not care.  He then finally crumbled and started talking to me again.  Caleb learned that it was either accept the evolved me or look elsewhere.  We established a new normal.  To other people, we seemed like a couple.  Ho...

How dangerous could this be? Allie wanted some excitement in her life. At thirty-six and divorced, she was tired of staying home or suffering through endless first (and last) dates. Throwing caution to the wind, she had decided to push the envelope tonight. Dressed in an almost-there dress, she had looked hot, or as hot as she could muster at thirty-six. Her breasts were her best asset. She had stood before her mirror cup...

Molly After the party, it felt like things went back to normal.  The weekend ended and school started again. Caleb wanted to hang out with me but I had a busy schedule so he didn't get to see very much of me.  We did see each other every day for lunch but I didn't have time to hang out in the evening.  Friday arrived and school was finally over.  Caleb texted and I went over to hang out.  I walked in and Caleb was not alo...

The next night arrived after a day of profound anxiety. What the fuck was this "notch" they wanted from me? Sex? Something else? What would I be willing to do to stay with the boys? Nothing I had done and nothing that had been done to me was awful or hurtful. Okay, my boobs still ached. If anything, the whole experience gave me an unexpected sense of power and, could it be, pleasure. Could I relax and let the next thing h...