I'm eighteen years old, done with high school (thank God) and not letting future plans interrupt my much anticipated time off over the summer. I haven't given up on soccer, yet, and still play with Paul and Jess, the tomboy on the block. Paul, who I have known forever, is now on the travel team. I can’t keep up with him. And Jess, my archrival and close friend, is really good, for a girl (she hates when I say that). Athle...

With our weekend trip over, the wedding planning needed to be finalized. Invitations went out to friends and family. Jim contacted the restaurant for our reception and made arrangements to see them for the seating plans. Jim's friend was a DJ on the side and was going to provide the entertainment. I asked Jim why he hadn't invited his friend from the bar, Pete, as he had invited two others. Jim told me that Pete wasn't a...

As I was celebrating my tenth anniversary with my beautiful wife, I happened to glance up toward the door. I stopped mid-sentence and gawked uncomfortably at the redhead standing near the hostess stand. Her hair was shorter, falling just over her shoulders rather than teasing the top of her ass as it once had. It had been fifteen years since I’d seen her, but it felt like fifteen minutes. “Hey, earth to Gary,” a voice int...

Hot water poured down from the shower head, creating a thick, hazy blanket of rain and steam. The seductive fifty-two-year-old Estelle passed through the mist and embraced eighteen-year-old Jon. At first overwhelmed by her allure, his desire for her now raged. Although nervous and unsure of exactly what to do, the inexperienced teen pulled her closer. Estelle had initiated a dance poised to climax in a night of exhilarati...

“Hello, Agnes.” Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her vegetable garden. It was the spirit of Burt, Mayor of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she was wearing only a pair of shorts and a sleeveless blouse. He was shirtless. Her hands were soiled with dirt. “Hello, Burt,” she answered. “Welcome!” She stood up, brushed strands of light brown hair out of her eyes, rubbed her hands together to clean off the dirt, and...

So ended my initial seduction. Should I call it that? What else can I? I’d planned it to see if my man phobia was age-related. Well, it looked as though it might be. Even though I hadn’t fucked John (yet) or even given him a blow job (yet), I’d felt none of the panic attack symptoms that usually stalk me in the presence of men, especially when alone with men. I hoped, at our next meeting (can’t call it a date), I might ge...

I looked at the sexy-as-fuck redhead with the festive Santa outfit and felt my loins stir. She was not at all what I expected when my buddy, Bill, said he’d arranged an outing to bring our kids to meet Santa and Mrs. Claus while our wives finished up the Christmas shopping. Her V-neck dress was like a Santa suit minus the pants, and her long red hair fell past her shoulders in soft curls. She had the bluest eyes, and a se...

I’d lived eighteen years and two weeks when I first bared myself for sex. I still had braces. First, my t-shirt came off. His warm lips pressed my navel. Then, my bra. My petite breasts, for a few moments, were treated as sacred. We knew the human anatomy, of course. Yet, in person, nakedness somehow amazed. His penis needed my hand to help him in. I looked up. The same bedroom ceiling I’d known since I was three. My hand...

The usual hookup site I have used since Craigslist ended its dating service was starting to become stale. It was now yielding fewer and fewer contacts, and the ones I did find were not of the same caliber as before. I had heard of a new gay dating app called Grindr and decided to download it. It took several attempts and an update before I could finally set up my profile. I eventually arrived at a moment of truth and was...

The sun sparkled on the Mediterranean Sea. As the Catalan countryside rolled past him, Carlo P. looked out of the window from the train. It was beautiful here, no doubt. Coming to study his history degree from Rome, he knew the Spanish climate here would agree with him. It was mid-September in his eighteenth year. He had the whole rest of his life ahead of him. Freshers’ week passed. Carlo had partied hard and was ready t...

So this is one of the Arfad, I thought as I looked upon my soon-to-be housemate, another in a land unfamiliar... we are definitely well-suited. Let me back up a bit. My name is Lyle Keaton. I'm the seventeen-year-old son of a real estate salesman and a stay-at-home mom with a penchant for stagecraft and costumes. Up until... half a year ago? I lived with my mother, father and ten-year-old sister Aubrey in Cheyenne. One Th...

When the first snow of winter finally came, the holiday spirit was officially in full force. Lights went up, cards went out and Michael Buble claimed his annual monopoly on mall music. As soon as he had finished his last final, Jude similarly found himself thrown into the full force of seasonal preparations. Christmas had always been Jude’s favorite holiday, it was a time when families came together to exchange meaningful...