With his hand in mine, I let him lead me down the drive towards the Gatehouse. I was as prepared as I would ever be. Two heavy petting sessions in the school grounds, kind of abortive, as my fears had overcome me when he tried to slip a hand into my knickers. The open mouthed kisses had taken me by surprise, stirring feelings I was still trying to deal with. I ached to give him what he wanted and when he told me how he had managed to acquire the key to the currently unoccupied teachers accommodation – it seemed to be the perfect opportunity. I was determined to let it happen, go all the way if that was what he desired. I was going shamelessly Click to read more
”Ring, ring” … ”Ring, ring”
Having broken my concentration, I answered the phone: ”Hello this is Al; you’re on the company’s dime.”
The voice from the other end was unfamiliar.
”Ahhhh, hello Al, this is Amanda Lawson from church. My daughter Wendy has done some baby sitting for you and your wife on a few occasions. Is this a bad time?”
”Hello Mrs. Lawson, no I’m not busy, what can I do for you?”
”Please, call me Amanda: Mrs. Lawson is too formal. Well, I have a request of you, but I need to talk to you in person. Can we get lunch together sometime?”
”Well Click to read more
As you remember from my last letter, I decided I would give my boyfriend a surprise for his birthday, and that this surprise would be that I would turn into a cheetah, have the spots and everything bodypainted into me. A good friend of mine who is a makeup artist agreed to do it for me–and before you ask he’s as gay as they come so I had no qualms about getting naked and letting him touch and paint every square inch of my body.
The plan came together.
The only thing my boyfriend knew was that he would have a sexual surprise and that I would have to take over his house for one day, and he gladly let me. My friend made Click to read more
I had always been quite close to my Dad ever since my Mother left when I was quite young. We had always had the sort of relationship with no secrets and when he started to question why I hadn’t got a girl friend I wasn’t embarrassed.
”When I was your age I had been with several girls and here you are at eighteen and you haven’t brought one home!”
”I know Dad,” I said, ”I guess it’s just that I’m a bit shy.”
”Tell you what,” he said with a wink, ”If I give you some money you might find a girl who can help you.”
He never did shock me and to be truthful the Click to read more
This is part of a hot series of stories featuring Stephanie who pretends to be a virgin to get guys to take their time but she finds out that there are many different kinds of virginity. This is a hot story I think please email with your comments I love to hear from readers. Love Tiff
I had just turned 19 and was seconded to a work placement at an Advertising agency as a University student. The agency was large and busy and the boss was an extremely attractive guy in his mid thirties who seemed to set my heart a flutter every time I spoke to him. We flirted a lot and I found myself trying everything I could to get his attention including wearing Click to read more
Becky and I came into the room expecting to see a party in progress. The music was loud, but there was only Will in the lounge chair guzzling a beer, and Elle sitting at the table with a beer and snack bowl in front of her.
I asked Will, ”Where are Jeannie and Tom?”
Instead of answering, Will just looked over at Elle. Three of us waited for her to say something. She let us wait, and never did give me eye contact as she finally said, ”Right after you two left, Jeannie wanted to talk with Tom about tennis at the college level.” With that answer, she looked over at a closed bedroom door.
I could feel my face turning beet Click to read more
Teaching me how to fuck my girlfriend
Alicia stood in front of me in just her lingerie. It was white and transparent. Her stiff pink nipples strained out from the lace, hard and erect. I haven’t seen her wear a shirt since we graduated.
”Is this a bad time?” I asked.
”Does Angel know you’re in town?”
She frowned at me. She has wild wavy red hair, a gorgeous fiery mane. She’s about five foot five, a hundred pounds, and curvy.
”Why not?” she asked.
”Because I haven’t told her yet.”
”I don’t know. I’m scared, I guess.”
”Wrong again, Mr. Barry!” jeered Tiffany Criswell, interrupting the teacher’s chemistry lecture, ”they’re INVERSELY proportional, not DIRECTLY proportional!”
David Barry began to once again seethe inside. He had become accustomed to the young woman’s intellectual challenges over the course of the school year. The interruptions were becoming at least a weekly occurrence. Unfortunately, she was usually right. But it still felt like a kick in the groin every time she did it.
”What are you saying?” he responded. ”Are you contradicting your teacher?”
”Only when he’s WRONG,” Click to read more