We approached his teepee. It was dusk now. The light of the sun kissed the treetops with its final breath. The tent lit up with a warm glow in the beginnings of darkness. He must have had a fire prepared to keep it warm for us. Perched in a small meadow, his nomad home felt surrounded by towering pines tickled with aspens of bright color. My heart still fluttered from our prior vows, made in a similar meadow further down...

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...

It was a curse, being an ugly girl. At almost nineteen, I was still waiting to experience many firsts: first date, first kiss, first... well, you know. Meanwhile, my best friend Helen would be getting married next month. A lot of girls from my graduating class already had husbands. And here I was, living at home with my folks. My job as a typist didn't pay much, but I figured I'd soon be able to rent a small apartment clo...

Richard Lane closed the door of his avocado green fridge, balancing a can of Coke in his other hand while holding the evening newspaper clamped under the arm. Making his way around the kitchen pass-through, he placed the can and paper gently on the coffee table, then walked over to the record player. A few moments were spent considering the collection on the shelf below it before he made his selection, sliding a contempor...

Foreword This is the third part (chapters 5 and 6) of my true love and sex story with Christine, my girlfriend. She helped me out of a serious depression after my forced breakup with my first love, thanks to her kindness and love for me. She was the one who gave me back my zest for life when I was 18. She'd just turned 18 three days before the start of this third part of my true story, when we made love for the first time...

My biological mother had me when she was fifteen years old. Her parents were strict and couldn't bear the "embarrassment" of their daughter being an unwed mother. They forced her to give me up. I was dropped off at a Catholic church for the nuns to deal with me. I was ten days old. I never knew my birth mother and have no idea what her name is. All I have is a birth certificate from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts that...

Foreword: This is the second part (chapter 4) of my true love and sex story with Christine, my girlfriend, who helped me out of a serious depression after my forced breakup with my first love, thanks to her kindness and love for me. She was the one who gave me back my zest for life when I was 18. She just turned 18 three days before the start of this second part of my true story. I came to her house to spend the whole wee...

Foreword I’m an old Frenchman who doesn’t have much time left to live because of several serious health problems. I've had no sexual ability for eight years, which doesn't bother my wife, who has stopped having any sexual desire since a long time ago. All I can do now is remember my youthful loves and relive them in my mind, which brings back good memories of a distant past. My first romantic adventure was a long time ago...

A year in Washington, DC was all I could take. This is the second time I am retiring to lead a quieter and more enjoyable life. I arrived back in my adopted home state of Florida. I’ve been back a week, and already I am getting calls to jump back into politics. Today, I received a call from the Chairman of my state party to run for a County Commissioner’s seat in the district I live in. I declined, I’m done. All I want to...

"Dad, you still keep this old thing?" Ashley tugged at the frayed edge of the hammock strung between two oaks. Her voice cut through the quiet backyard. Eddie looked up from the grill, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "Some things are worth holding onto." He flipped a burger. Grease sizzled on the hot metal. The smell of charred meat mixed with summer air. "Remember when you’d beg me to push you h...