The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the small nursing room. Sarah Hill, a radiant thirty-seven-year-old woman with strawberry blonde hair and dark blue eyes, sat comfortably in a rocking chair, cradling her newborn son, Daniel, in her arms. Her full, milk-swollen breasts were exposed, offering their nourishment to her child. Ethan Clarke, her fiancé, stood silently by, his pale blu...

It was a Wednesday night, and it was raining hard. I was hanging out at my place, cleaning up and enjoying a beer or two. There was a knock at the door. When I opened the door, I was pleasantly surprised to find Emma, my neighbor. "Hey, Jason," she greeted. It was the following week after my introduction to my neighbors’ open relationship. I had run into Andrew and Emma once or twice since the initiation; though none of t...

I was relieved that I had finally found a place to live for the school year. I was about to begin my first year of graduate school in a new city, and because of a housing arrangement that had fallen through, I was struggling to find a place to live near campus as classes were rapidly approaching. Most of the nearby apartments had long since been leased to other students, and as I didn’t know anyone in the new town, I didn...

On a hot August day in 1966, the tall skinny figure of a sixteen-year-old boy emerged from a Cotswold stone house. Pushing back the lick of dark brown hair from his forehead, he shielded his eyes against the glare of the sun and looked across to the line of trees, which followed the bend in the lane. As he had already suspected, there was not a breath of wind in the air and he knew that the four-mile bike ride from his ho...

I snuck a glance at her through the mirror on the other side of the store. Yup. She was still staring at me, head resting on her hand. Her face had a bored expression on it, which highlighted the apparent look of longing in her eyes. Of course, this could all just be wishful thinking on my behalf. Her eyes were a greeny-blue mix and she had dyed her shoulder-length hair dirty blonde. She seemed around my age, maybe a few...

In the summer of my nineteenth birthday, many things began to change in my life. I dumped my fiancé of two years and met a seventeen year old boy online who quickly stole my heart. His name was Alex and he was gorgeous in my eyes. By October, we were practically inseparable online. Some nights, we watched a series of YouTube videos, and on more adventurous nights, we would chat by webcam and show off our naked bodies to o...

My name is Sophie. I'm a senior in college, am 22 and 5-foot-2, and have large D-cup breasts. This is a true story, though the names I give you aren't. It was a windy day, and on the open campus of Stanford it felt even windier. I hurried into my dorm, where I knew I could find a jacket to put on. I pulled on a San Francisco sweater and ran down the hall, outside again. Before I made it very far, my boyfriend, Derek, stop...

As the woman sat on her porch rocker, she thought back to a particular day. Was it 1951 or possibly 1952? She couldn’t remember all that well but what she did recall was the day and the moment he did what he did. Her best friend and her were about to turn 20 years old. They had the same date of birth too. She smiled once she started to recall the events of that day. While slowly rocking on the porch rocker one day, she re...

My name is Randy. I'm sixteen, 5'11, green eyes, dirty blonde shoulder length hair, scrawny but have a good layer of muscle. I play soccer in high school, and want to go to college to be an attorney, who specializes in domestically abused women and families. This story is completely true, and happened about a year ago. Here we go. I was walking home from school, kicking the newly fallen piles of leaf's on the sidewalk, ju...

I was rummaging through the dirty washing in the laundry looking for a pain of jeans that fitted me when I came across one my sister's bras. I felt a slight tingle holding the dirty bra, my sister was pretty....but she was my sister. But I checked the size anyway: 36C. Not that surprising, she had good cleavage and an athletic body to match. I knew this because she spent most of the morning in her underwear and trust me,...