The Network Boy (6)The Driving Test.Life under the wing of the network was becoming an exciting and eye opening experience. I duly passed my driving test in a fashion that could only be network organized. I had taken a course of lessons as any normal youn...
My second year at uni was legendary. We were young and hot and constantly horny. My bicurious house mate Megan and our later addition Mathilde from France would go out on the prowl and if we couldn’t latch on to another young hottie, we would just go back...
I was so worried about being late for my interview. I got everything prepared the night before. I left my bra and panties and my hold-ups in a neat little pile on the linen chest. I showered first thing and then slipped into my clothes, putting on my make...
Even after a few weeks at college I was still finding my feet. I had made some new friends, but the place itself - it was so big! I wanted to knuckle down and, being a bit of a nerd, decided to get some books on English grammar. I had only been to the lib...
I had just moved into the flat across the landing. It was one of those Yale locks and silly me - I locked myself out. I had said hello to you once when I was moving my stuff in. I saw you were checking me out. I was in my tight grey leggings that day. I k...
It was my second year at college. I was still a bit uncertain where my preferences lay with regards to boys or girls but I was leaning towards girls. I had lost my virginity both ways by now, the second time to a guy a year older than me. It wasn’t beauti...
Twenty Third Century SexMelissa had been reading, spending time in a place that used to be called a library. Not many people frequented such places, and those that did, only went to find old books and literature. For them, it was an escape from the daily...
Della had finally had enough. She no longer lived but merely existed. In her late forties was far from past her sell by date but she couldn’t help suppress the panic and despair she felt at the thought that this was it, this is as good as life got. She’d...
I was toying with the idea of getting a tattoo, not one of those full arm jobs that seem popular with merchant sailors and hairy bikers but something discreet, somewhere discreet, if you know what I mean. I had mentioned it to my girlfriend and she didn’t...
Teresa and I first got to know each other at college. We'd both had unhappy encounters with young men - overgrown boys, really - who were eager for sex but lacked experience, patience, technique, everything you look for in a compatible lover. Not that we...
