I am sixty-eight years old. It is my second wedding night. I have not made love for decades. I lie on my back, naked. Trembling with anticipation. I watch my second husband undress. I saw him undress fifty years ago. He was my first, and now he will be my last. To my eyes, he is not the stiff, balding old man who climbs into bed with me. He's still the young charmer with the brilliantined hair. I hope I am still eighteen...

It was Jake who woke first that Monday morning. He lay for a while beside the sleeping Kirsty. Her breathing was shallow; it had been a hard night for her, in more ways than one. Before they dropped off to sleep, he had given Kirsty her first experience of anal sex. She had lain on the pillow face down, and Jake had taken out the tube of KY Jelly from his drawer. She had no idea what was coming until he started lubricatin...

All bundled up against the snow, Matt, Martha, and Timara arrive at Tim and Abbie’s house around four in the afternoon. The snow isn’t coming down that hard, and there is only about two inches on the ground. What is falling leaves cute tiny droplets on Timera's nose when she is brought in. Luke and Mary arrive right behind them and help mom, dad, and baby with all the gear. Mary smiles at Martha, saying she remembers well...

Lincoln leaned forward, gently kissing my inner thighs as he worked his way up my legs. The scruff of his beard tickled my sensitive skin, causing me to squirm in pleasure. His strong, slightly rough hands gripped the back of my thighs as he ventured further up. I gasped as I felt his tongue run along the length of my pussy, ending with a light flick against my clit. He did this once more before teasing the inner folds of...

I honestly don’t know who was more shocked; me or Lincoln. The instructor’s lecture faded out of earshot for me as we locked eyes. He looked me with what appeared to be a mix of surprise and curiosity. I searched for any indication of anger or disgust, but I couldn’t find any sign as I studied him. Suddenly I heard my cue; my breathing quickening as I came to terms with what I was about to do. Stepping forward, I tugged t...

There's something so intimate about taking a shower with someone. You're only physically naked, but it feels like you're naked on another level, too. It's vulnerable. Having someone see your body so closely.  Corinne leads me to the shower, shirt still unbuttoned and in my soaked panties. All I can think of is how quickly I became vulnerable with her without even realizing it. It felt hot and sexy and taboo, so I know my...

I'm feeling sea-sick in my own bed. My husband hasn’t been sleeping, which means I haven’t been sleeping. Let me tell you, when his six-foot-two, two-hundred-and-thirty-pound body tosses and turns, it feels like a tidal wave rocking the mattress beneath me. We fucked before bedtime; both of us came so hard we immediately collapsed into sleep. But he didn't stay asleep. Work is troubling him lately, stirring his mind. Othe...

An “Old Soul” – that’s what my English teacher called me. My peers spelled it “S T R A N G E.” Whatever anyone wanted to call my inability to fit in, I called it “painful.” I didn’t enjoy the parties and sleepovers, playing spin the bottle or truth or dare, but longed for meaningful conversations and opportunities to learn. Always the intellectual, I was labeled “geeky bookworm” at an early age. Wearing glasses by the fou...

Did she approach me? I am uncertain. Maybe. I cannot remember where and how. I only remember that she made it abundantly clear that she is about it. Things escalate rather quickly. Anna knows what she wants. Anna believes that I am her type. Anna is absolutely right. The first time ended up being multiple times that night. It happens that way sometimes. Her body is unhinged. Her hair rolls down her back. Her torso is lith...

After our shower, we put on our clothes and get ready to head out. "Hey, I am going to call Shelby for a quick check on the kids," Kira says, picking up her phone. I walk out of the bedroom and hear her happily chatting on the phone. Then, she walks into the living room holding out her phone, "Shelby wants to talk to you." I wave my hands signaling no in the air, but she thrusts the phone at me smiling. Sigh. "Hey, sis."...

To Hell and Back. The book was the first I had read in some time. I looked at it on the floor, it’s spine demolished after the first readthrough, marred with highlights and underlines throughout. I stared at it, having made up my mind. I knew I needed help and I was going to get it; however, I was still the same stubborn jackass and was determined to do as much as I could by myself. Emily stared at me with a look of conce...

Here we were. We had made an excuse to go to Michigan this time, stopping briefly to visit my cousin and his spouse. We had told them we were there looking at some property and were going to also be doing some sightseeing. They took the reasons at face value and we left to our true destination. With some trepidation we were finally ready to meet with Amber and Nick again. We had made our rules and broken most of them as w...