Lying in bed, my mind was filled with images of our evening together. How his luscious locks shined in the autumn moonlight. His lips were the kind of pink that reminded me of a rosebud. The top lip was thinner, but not too thin and it had a natural cupid’s bow; the bottom one was slightly plusher. And I can only imagine how they’d feel against my own lips… How his teeth would feel grazing against my delicate skin... How...

Agonizingly slow, the clock ticked on. Seconds turned to minutes, and eventually, the hour passed. Alas, the period ended and the usual rush of “busy” college kids began. Busy, I snorted, their biggest concern is the massive kegger going on this evening. What better way to spend a Friday night than with some loser, who tastes of stale beer, attempting to stick his tongue down your throat. Yeah, no thanks. “Claire!” Julia...

It was the summer of 1955, I had just turned sixteen. I had been saving my lawn mowing money for years in hopes of buying a car. First I had to take my tests for my drivers license, which I passed with flying colors. Then I set my sights on finding the car of my dreams. At the third used car lot, I found it, a red 1951 Ford convertible. I almost came in my pants, I was so excited. The lot salesman and I haggled a while on...

Chapter One: The Sex School Jasper Coleman, who was still adjusting to consciousness, stood with an absent stare just a few feet from the front door of his apartment. His surroundings were dark, only the light of the outside city illuminated the dull setting; and even then, a minuscule amount reached where he stood. The clock that hung behind him ticked at an unsettling pace, violating the silence of the early morning. Ea...

  I spotted her across the crowded, open courtyard outside the Champagne bar on a barmy, summer evening. I would have recognised her anywhere with her auburn hair curled and bouncing on her extraordinary, voluptuous breasts, and her radiant and inviting smile. Her eyes were clear green and mischievous, just as I remembered them the first time I ever saw her. It sounds quite romantic, but at 16-years-old, repeating a schoo...

Thursdays are confusing. I’ve never really gotten the hang of them, personally. But they have nothing on the opposite sex. Baffling, irrational, oblivious, were all words that I use to describe most of them. Julian was no exception (I am female BTW). I first met him in one of the freshman comp classes that I TA (yes, I know, English is a dead-end major- so what?), and we got off to a great start. Well, actually, not at al...

The bell rang, signaling the end of another school day. My students hurried out leaving me alone in my class room, same as I have done for the last fifteen years. I have taught history in high school since I was twenty-two. Where has the time gone, I thought. When I started my teaching career, I was an idealistic college graduate who was going to save the world’s youth by teaching them history. I was engaged to my high sc...

Gertrude McGillicuddy was one of those seldom really seen early married mothers, with teenaged children living the lives she had missed with deep regret. She was only seventeen when she had her precious Candy on the back seat of the old jalopy.It was almost in the exact same spot where her first child was conceived. Now Candy “Mac” was seventeen as well, but she had the common sense to carry her own condoms with her every...

That evening, both Adam and his teacher, Miss Greene, relived the exciting and forbidden events of the afternoon. Adam couldn’t believe the woman of his dreams, the love of his life, wanted him too. He could still feel his first kiss, the taste of her tongue dancing in his, his first blowjob and then repaying the pleasure by eating her out. It was all so much better than the movies he had watched online. He was in such bl...