1960s Stories

Some people say that our earliest sexual experiences shape our lives. They tell us those experiences mold our sexual personas and preferences, the styles and roles we choose, the partners we seek out, and the specific sexual acts that turn us on. This is a fascinating idea. If it is true that we are formed by our earliest sexual experiences, then perhaps, if we look closely at our own lives, we may find a pattern, a threa...

I managed to graduate high school in 1966, still a virgin. It wasn’t the hardest thing I’ve ever done. At the time I was quite proud of myself. Not til sixteen did I even make out with guys and let them feel my tits—that usually got me excited enough to rub their dick and usually make them cum in their pants. They always wanted more, but that was a no-no. My pussy was off limits, except to me of course. Masturbation was g...

First of all, let me introduce myself. I am Mable. I have lived on our street for a long time and I like to keep a close eye on things. My husband, Walter, wrongly accuses me of being too nosy. I am curious, not nosy, and there is a difference. I do admit, sometimes I get a little tingly in my lady parts when I watch my neighbors. And underneath my proper floral dress with coordinating cardigan, I like to rub my swollen l...

 Flowers in Her HairThe flowers were waiting for Julie when she pulled up to her apartment.  A bouquet of daisies resting upon the welcome mat putting a smile on her face.  Even after all these years, she mused as she unlocked the door, then closed it behind her before searching for an unused vase to set them on, settling on a glazed pink cylinder, which was placed on near the kitchen window.  She’d always loved flowers. ...