“Kate?” I heard from downstairs. “Yeah, just come up,” I replied. It was my friend Kim coming over. We had been friends for years. I’m sixteen, she’s seventeen, and we had planned a camping trip for the night. “Hey! So have you organised everything you’ll need?” she asked me. “I think so; it’s only one night. I’ve got a new outfit, boots, underwear and a waterproof jacket because let’s face it, we’re in Scotland after all...

Seventeen-year-old Kyle Cosgrove was the one student in my art class who was probably the best behaved, and easily the most talented. When his hands drew anything, it always turned into a masterpiece. Sure, he was no angel, and I had to pull him back in line occasionally, but he usually got back to his best behaviour again with a cheeky smile that would no doubt always help him out of situations, and definitely into some...

She had a slender figure with the right curves in all the right places. A pretty face with an alluring look, and she displayed her constant need to be sexual and get male attention. She walked with a swing that made a man turn to see who she was. She always wore body-fitting clothes, very short skirts or shorts that displayed her round derriere and tops that displayed her cleavage. I know for a fact that she never wore pa...

My name is Jeff and I had a live-in girlfriend named Cynthia. I was twenty-six, six-two and people said I resembled a young Jeff Bridges, but with more muscle. Cynthia was twenty-five, five-six, pretty, with a golden tan, like a late sunny afternoon. She had long blonde hair, the color of wheat, flowing down to the lower hollow of her back. I loved the way her muscles rippled under her skin when she moved-her flexing quad...

I was excited when I left for college. I love my parents, but they are very conservative, so they imposed a lot of rules on me as I grew up. They didn’t even let me date girls until I was 18. After so many years and so many restrictions, I felt anxious to live on my own. I wasn’t planning to do anything stupid or crazy; I just wanted to hang out with friends and not worry about breaking some curfew or smelling like beer....

One week after our ill-fated chocolate syrup misadventure, we had gotten together once for lunch at her place. And by lunch, I don’t mean food. Not that she wasn’t a yummy treat, but we just rushed straight to clothes removal and naked romping, like any new couple in a bad romance. We had both found an addictive new weight-loss plan. Irina was called out of town for a couple of days. She invited me over for lunch and aske...

Blast From The Past “So, how did you feel? Surprised? Disappointed?” Greg was lying between my legs again in a bath full of warm bubbles. “Surprised, yes! Disappointed, no.” As usual, I was stroking Greg’s meaty erection while I told him about Simon’s shock revelation from earlier in the day. “I was delighted, Greg. I mean, can you imagine Simon even meeting another woman, let alone agreeing to go for a walk with her? It’...

It was the first day of my service to Katie. I was awakened very gently by the woman who had spent a good part of the previous night torturing and humiliating me. I woke to find a pair of arms gently squeezing and caressing me. It was perfect. “Jim, honey, it’s 7:30. Do you feel like going out for your run this morning?” “Oh – Good morning, baby. I'm not sure. Let me get up and see how I feel. How are you doing?” She smil...

“Kate?” I heard from downstairs. “Yeah, just come up,” I replied. It was my friend Kim coming over. We had been friends for years. I’m sixteen, she’s seventeen, and we had planned a camping trip for the night. “Hey! So have you organised everything you’ll need?” she asked me. “I think so; it’s only one night. I’ve got a new outfit, boots, underwear and a waterproof jacket because let’s face it, we’re in Scotland after all...

In the week that followed, I didn't see Gloria. I figured she was spending time with her parents and extended family after her brother's funeral. Though we sent each other texts several times a day, hers revealed little about how she was feeling. And neither of us mentioned what we'd shared the night we first made love. Turning the page of the calendar hanging on my kitchen wall, I studied all the days that made up the mo...