Circumcision Stories

1437 1 The heavy, black glass vial at the back of a cellar shelf of the antiques store in Stockholm’s old town district caught my eye only on second glance. It looked voluptuous in a suggestive sort of way that almost reminded me of the Venus of Willendorf. But it was actually aesthetic, and quite heavy as I carefully extracted it from between various other items. It was no bigger than a bottle of scotch, sealed with a ta...

There were a lot of things I liked about my new step sister, Eleonora. I liked her full figure. I liked her warm voice. I liked how she never got caught smoking. And I liked how she couldn't keep her hands off my penis. "You know I'm obsessed with willies," she would often say as we'd be whiling away another lazy afternoon on the sofa, ever so subtly wiggling her big tits and sliding closer. She seemed to own exclusively...

“Hello,” said the incredibly beautiful blonde behind the steampunk counter as I entered the curious shop in Soho I had never noticed before. She was wearing a nurse’s outfit, and the shop interior seemed to be a Victorian study, without any goods on display – just two armchairs by a fireplace. I thought it rather interesting that this shop’s name had abbreviated “Circus” the way it had, and asked her about it. That made h...

"Well, at least I get out of math." I thought to myself. It was time to go to my school physical. They were always a pain. The nurse, Mrs. Masterson, was about a hundred, and she was never particularly considerate when it came to pokes, jabs and pricks. I would have had my physical with everyone else at the beginning of school, but I had been out with pneumonia, so I had to get it done now. As I walked through the halls,...