First sex Stories

The first time was an accident really. I must have left my bedroom ajar, and I guess she heard me dealing with my morning wood. The timing was terrible – or perhaps it was perfect. Her bare feet hardly made a sound as she padded along the carpet, but anyway, I was lost in the moment, oblivious to everything except the great dam of pleasure about to burst open. Those feverish final strokes, every part of me coiled and tens...

I grew up in a port city in the west of England. We lived in a small house on an ordinary street in an ordinary neighbourhood. My dad worked on the ships and was away a lot of the time. When my parents were first married, my mum used to travel with him; but after I came along she stayed at home. I sometimes wonder if that’s why we’ve never been close: she used to like the roaming life - maybe it was one of the reasons she...