As we continued to date, I was falling in love. We had our first sweet kiss. Athena gave me my first sensual haircut. I needed to buy an engagement ring from the Italian mob, but I needed to learn to dance from a hot friend. My name is Leonidas, I am sixty-seven years old. I’m reminiscing on my outdoor recliner, I finished my second Corona and just sweating it out of this old tired body. I grabbed my third and ripped the...

I was reminiscing about what I used to have before I was married, romance, sex, and giving the loves of my life more sexual pleasure than I wanted myself. My anticipation once married starts well then gradually but all falls to hell. My name is Leonidas. I am sixty-seven years old. I'm stretching out on my outdoor recliner on the deck of a huge house I built. I have a huge monster of a deck bigger than most houses, after...

Tears streamed down Natalie’s face as she sat in her car, feeling like she’d been punched in the gut. When her primary care doctor referred her to a specialist, she figured it was to rule things out. Never in her wildest dreams did she expect the unbearable news she’d been given. The bigger shock was that the oncologist didn’t recommend treatment, instead telling her she needed to enjoy what time she had left. Eight to te...

I stood in the shower off my bedroom, the warm water falling on my head and trickling down my back. I had just got in, and my front side and legs weren’t even fully wet yet. My cock hung there, half mast, still slick from being deep inside my baby sister just minutes before. There was a slight tinge of blood from her hymen rupturing during her first time, and it was mixed with my semen from having cum inside her - I hope...

My girlfriend and I were in our late teens, living with our parents and quite reserved; at least outwardly. We had been limited to desperate under-the-clothes fondling in cars after dark, and I often drove home after dropping her off with my cock straining and balls aching from unfulfilled desire. We had finally managed to arrange being by ourselves at my parents' farm one day, and walked together out to a nearby patch of...

The house was practically shaking, so loud was the music at Lily’s eighteenth birthday party. Her parents had told her that the volume had to come down at eleven, and if the police were called, she would be in big trouble, so she was watching the time carefully. Luckily, it wasn’t just her birthday that evening; it was also the night of a festival in the town, so a lot of locals were out, anyway. Lily took a drink of wine...

“I have waited for the rest of the story for a year now,” I complain. “What story?” you ask, but I suspect you know very well. It’s toward the end of a sunny windless June day, rare on the North Coast. We sit watching the sun sink below the horizon after a slow, sensuous day outside mostly naked behind our tall boxwood and rosemary hedge, getting muddy in the garden, weeding around the pond, washing each other on the pond...

I'll be in bed with him tomorrow, Thinking of you, my love, in deepest sorrow. We agree, I cannot give you what I wish, My hymen; But I can give you this. Give me your hand, sweet Salman, close your eyes. And ope them not for naught. You'll hear some rustles as I undress for sport. Tis done! Now, let me guide your hand to me I've bared my breasts for you, now see! Caress them now, imprint them on your palm. Squeeze gently...