My story started during my middle school years. I was always shy, so instead of socializing with classmates, I concentrated on my classwork. By being antisocial, it made the others think I was too good for them. It caused a lot of teasing for me. My classmates would call me names, tease me, and even hit me. I knew I couldn't complain or tell our administration because it would only make things worse. In my mind, I had no...

The usual room we occupy in the same love hotel. While we both slowly undress I can’t help but think that his dick is too small. Sure, it has sort of a cute shape and when it gets hard it awkwardly aims to the sky, but... he really is small. At times I can hold it between three fingers. And he gets aroused for every little thing. At times it’s unnerving. Now that he stands naked in front of me, he’s way more shy than he’s...

Oh hello, I didn’t see you there. Well, come in. Excuse the untidiness; I’m just sorting my underwear draws out. I have a bit of a problem you see. Hello! I’m over here, stop looking at my underwear and pay attention. I’m trying to tell you about my problem. Okay, let me just sit on my bed and get comfortable, puff these pillows out a bit. That’s better, now, you may as well make yourself comfortable; this isn’t one of my...

When I asked Jill for a date, she laughed at me. That was back in high school. Jill said she didn't date jerky nerds like me and was going to marry the team's quarterback. And she did. Ten years later, I bumped into her at Target. I recognized Jill immediately. A girl like Jill isn’t easy to forget. Her blond hair was cut shorter than I remembered, and her body had filled out, but she was still the gorgeous person I had f...

They’re playing that song on the radio again. The one I heard the first time I had sex. Strange how a simple tune can have so much meaning. They do say, you can always remember the first time and the last. It’s easy for me, they were both the same. It was the day before I joined the convent. I asked the men in my prayer group what sex was like. They were more than happy to show me. I’m handing in my notice to Mother Super...

Here's how it happened the first time… It was late at night and Lisa and I were in bed. We were wrestling and roughhousing prior to sex, just like we often did. Yeah, I know at first it seemed a little weird to me to be fighting before fucking. That's how Lisa got turned on, so I went along with it. Lisa enjoys being physically overcome, overpowered, and then she wants to feel overwhelmed and subdued. Rough sex makes her...

Growing up on a farm in West Texas in the seventies was a time in my life that I will never forget. The summer of seventy-eight was when I came to realize who I truly was. I say was because I’ve spent the majority of my life since then fighting that discovery. Now that I’m older I’ve reached a point in my life that I can finally share that experience. More importantly, I’ve reached the point that I can live my life free f...

I could see she was scared. With a deep breath, she moved her hand to her sides exposing her breasts to my view. She was stunning, standing there shy, dappled in sunlight. The shadows moved across her body as the leaves above us swayed in the breeze. She stood there awkwardly as I became keenly aware that I was the first person to whom she had shared herself like this. Her skin underneath where she had worn her dress was...

I had to get out of town quickly. I mean, it wasn’t my fault the sheriff of Terrydale thought I “deflowered” his “precious angel.” It was a late night, and she happened to have a room in the tavern I was a patron at. We had been chatting at the bar for most of the night. When she invited me up, who was I to say no? It was pretty clear to me that, despite what her father may think, little Josephine had lost her flower well...

I am not a bad person, but I can’t help wanting what I want. I first saw Darrell when our school was facing our arch-rivals from St. Paul’s High School. I never saw him before that Friday night. When he was on the basketball court, it was so surreal. He was in control the entire time and seeing him lead our team and the fans cheer for him really caught my attention. I’m not really into sports, but this day, my friend Amy...

Sally Jackson was lost in the beauty of the morning as the sun chased dawn away once again, producing a gorgeous pink and sunrise.  She took in the picture in front of her, taking a deep breath. I love this country, she thought to herself as the morning sun broke over the horizon and turned the field of hay bales into a Norman Rockwell picture.  Her daddy’s old faded green and yellow tractor, hooked to a flatbed trailer,...