I am now married, and in my fifties, and I was thinking recently about some experiences that I had in high school that I wish I could relive today.  I have learned that we need to take full advantage of opportunities when they are presented to us.  It’s very hard or even impossible to relive those things later in life. This story describes a series of events that happened where I grew up near Atlanta. It’s about how I dev...

It's understandable that parents want to protect their children from all the evil and dangers in the world. But in some cases, the restrictions they impose on their kids end up backfiring and having unintended consequences. That was the case for me. My parents were very strict on me, and when I had my first opportunity to have sex with others, I embraced it enthusiastically. My name is Michelle, and I’m now living with my...

Lucy looked at the bed, the outfit laid out on it. Could she do this? Was it crossing a line? It was her turn but she still wasn't sure. Finally she shook herself out of her reverie and picked up the skirt, getting dressed at last. Dan waited downstairs, nervously awaiting her decision. He'd done what she asked, sleeping with her in the office, the whole time he'd spent on edge wondering if they'd get caught. It was excit...

I have always thought that my sister Denise and I were lucky to be raised by parents who taught us to be unprejudiced and accepting of all ethnicities. We grew up in the suburbs near Philadelphia, which has a sizeable Puerto Rican population, and we had a representative mix of Caucasian, black, and Latino friends. My name is Ed, and this story takes place when I am forty-two years old and Denise is forty-three. But first,...

My wife Angie and I grew up and went to college in Wisconsin, where I earned a master’s degree in healthcare management, and Angie earned a master’s degree in education. At the age of twenty-five we moved to Roanoke, Virginia since I got a job with one of the large healthcare insurers there. Angie couldn't find a teaching position right away, but she did get a volleyball coaching job at a high school, which was part-time...

“I'm home,” Sherri called out. It was early Saturday, about ten. She had been out for a girl’s night. She heard her husband call out from the kitchen, and she led her guest in to meet him. On the way she was greeted by the scent of breakfast, and her stomach let her know it was interested.“Did you have a good time?” He kissed her as she approached, but pulled back from a deeper kiss when he saw the other girl. “Oh, compan...

,My name is Dave, and my wife Donna, and I are in our fifties and living in the Columbus, Ohio area. We have two grown children who are on their own and live in Ohio. Donna is an elementary school teacher and I am the creative director in an advertising firm, which usually requires me to work long hours. One night I was in the office late and went to the rest room to pee, and I knew that I was alone except for the evening...

Things eventually came to an end with Casey, but having her drink my piss also left a taste in my mouth and I wanted more. Experience surprisingly indicates that there may be more willing participants around than one would suspect. Still meeting someone again like Casey, while possible, didn't realistically seem that likely. At least not if I were to limit my search to people I would meet in the normal course of life. To...

A few years ago I went to my twenty five year high school reunion. Coincidentally, I’d also begun a fitness regime about a year ahead of the reunion. I didn’t really do it for the reunion, but over that year the reunion date did provide some motivation. After all, the desire to impress a group of people that you shared five years of your life with in the distant past seems a common condition. Since I wasn’t famous or rich...

Pissing in Claire’s mouth was so much fun. It was like living a filthy little dream. The whole night was amazing, including Claire herself. I was going to have to savor the memory, because it was never going to happen again. (Read My Sweet Clairette for the full story.) If there was any solace that I could take from things, it was that even though Claire was out of the picture, there was another woman from the dating line...

I had just come close to having a second woman drink my piss. So close that I could - well, almost taste it. She told me she was more than willing to suck cock and drink everything I gave her. For my part though, I wasn't really attracted to her, but found her willingness to drink my piss irresistible. In fact, I was practically on fire to see her do it along with whatever else might come to mind, but unfortunately my des...

I have had an interest in the study of human sexuality for many years, and specifically the way it evolves over time. That’s why it's interesting that the events taking place in this story could have been such a surprise to me. My name is Ed, and my wife, Joan, and I are fifty years old and have two children who are out of college and living in different Phoenix suburbs with young families of their own. Joan and I had a r...

When a second girl drank my piss I was a little less surprised than I was the first time around. There were a couple of reasons for this apart from the obvious of previously having an old girl friend drink my piss in as act of atonement. The second girl who ended up drinking my piss was actually the third one that I spoken to over the course of a few months who was willing to try. So when it happened I already had a sense...

I suppose I was in my late teens or early twenties when I first came across some stories in porn mags of girls drinking piss. The stories were rare and I found the idea really turned me on. Of course it never seemed to me to be something that would at all be likely to happen. After all, at my age then I considered it remarkably good fortune just to find a girl willing to swallow something as comparatively innocent as sper...

My wife Linda and I moved to the Denver area from Philadelphia for my job ten years ago, when I was fifty years old and she was forty-seven. That was a great move for us professionally, and I have prospered with my company. The problem is that both of us were born and raised in the Philadelphia suburbs and had lived there our entire lives until the move, and we lost our support group of friends and family. My name is Tim,...