Lisa was and had always been sheltered by her parents, particularly regarding sexuality. Religion had played a large part in her upbringing until recently when she moved out to live on her own. In her parents' household, masturbation was heavily discouraged or even punished. This, along with a myriad of other reasons, made Lisa move out in her early twenties, curious about what the world beyond the walls of her parent's h...

I met Bailey in 1997, she was the manager of a very posh, high-end gym. She was the embodiment of sex. She exuded sensuousness, sensuosity. I don’t know the proper word. She dressed very casually. Regular old Levis jeans or loose cargo shorts, and a T-shirt. Nothing fancy. So it wasn’t her clothing. She didn’t speak of things sexual, she wasn’t lewd. It was probably her outward confidence that people found so attractive…....

My sexual autobiography did not begin at the beginning, but this story answers the question, “where did you lose your virginity?” which I saw on the forums. I hope you enjoy it. What were you doing on Friday, September the first 2000? Cast your mind back. Was it a normal day at the office? Perhaps you were a blushing bride, excited about her wedding the next day? Were you looking after young children who are now all grown...

The sun sparkled on the Mediterranean Sea. As the Catalan countryside rolled past him, Carlo P. looked out of the window from the train. It was beautiful here, no doubt. Coming to study his history degree from Rome, he knew the Spanish climate here would agree with him. It was mid-September in his eighteenth year. He had the whole rest of his life ahead of him. Freshers’ week passed. Carlo had partied hard and was ready t...

My name is Carlos, and I am twenty-six years old. I got my PhD in statistics last year, and am currently working as a data analyst for an NHL team. I know, it's unconventional to have a Chicano working in hockey, especially when I never played the sport (I played baseball in college), but this was a great opportunity in a sport where statistical analysis is just ramping up, so I accepted the job. We aren't as busy in the...

I sat in a smallish office in one of two chairs on the receiving side of a large oak desk. I perched on the edge of my chair. Felt the rancor and frustration of the man sitting next to me and my heart fluttered in my chest in panic. The sensation was intensified by the restrictive corset that seemed to force my lungs up towards my throat in its quest to push my breasts up onto a platter for any passing man to ogle. I bera...

“Dad, can I drive the car to school today?” Abby asks, elbows on the counter, a sweet smile on her face. Mateo glances at her, pouring his coffee. He has his work truck, so the car usually sits in the driveway during the day, but now that Abigail has just turned sixteen with an official driver’s license, she sees no reason why it has to sit. “You only turned sixteen last week,” he says. “And now I’m a legal driver. You wo...

I have written a lot of stories, and I believe I have a creative imagination. Because most of the stories are my fantasies, my main male characters tend to resemble me. This might quickly lead an astute reader to confusion, because in the various stories, my wife is either a nymphomaniac, or she's dead, or she left me for either a younger or an older man. My only answer is that to some extent all of those descriptions of...

Susan had never experienced sex until today, living alone with her abandoned repressive mother.She was a big girl with a simmering undiscovered sexuality locked in the frozen consciousness of herself. Men had hit on her; Phil wanted to fuck her relentlessly, trying to get in her clothes, kiss, feel, and touch her all to no success. The thought of a body, any body, her body, broke her out in cold sweats. To avoid touching...