Memoirs Stories

I’m fifty-six now, only a few months short of fifty-seven years old, and the last six years have passed in a blur—a blur of sexual excess and pleasure. But let me recap events a little. I managed three more meet-ups with Rob and John and their Uni friends before they both, and indeed some of the others, graduated. Each session was as sex filled as the last. Weekends of utter excess, and I had no idea how I could replicate...