In 1962, I was on the swim team in my high school. I was a senior, and I was a very good swimmer. Swimming in gym class was nude for boys, and so was swim team practice. It was a little odd to be nude during swim meets when mothers, sisters, and friends (all adults, of course) filled the bleachers above the pool, but it wasn’t crazy like it would be today. Swimmers who were a little overweight (there weren’t many) may hav...

She feels the remnants of her own saliva, now being absorbed by her palm, as she jerks his dick up and down. He is close to orgasm, and no wonder, for they have made love all night and she was sucking it just thirty seconds ago. He cries out! From his penis, a jet of cum shoots out and she watches amazed as it sails over his chest and then over his head. Semen trickles down the headboard of the bed. “That was hot!” she gi...

He's close to orgasm, and I'm happy to help him along the way. He's given me one, a great one that made my whole body convulse. He's on his back, excited but vulnerable. I stoop and plant a few kisses on his glans. Then, I bend and wrap his penis with my mouth. He purrs appreciatively. I employ my lips, my tongue, and the back of my throat. After five minutes, he moans, and then...fluid fills my mouth as if a dentist has...

We left for home, and I dropped Mia a block away. She kissed me softly, and put my hand on her little nipple. I rolled it as she pecked my lips again. I looked at her shirt and she arched her back so I could see her hard nipples push out. “Good, little boy. Very good.” She kissed my neck and blew on it, and I almost came in my pants. “Minx,” I muttered. “Yes, your minx.” “My minx. I will text you, mistress.” She kissed me...

Karissa felt like she was living two lives: one at work and the other at home with her boyfriend. The first time it happened, she promised herself that it would be her last. But then Amy had given her the cash. It was as much as she got paid in a week and all she had to do was fuck. It's just a job, Amy had said. It doesn't matter. But it did matter. She could have sex at work and she could tell herself that she needed th...

New Year’s Resolution - February February 1, 2017I was advised to write a monthly journal about this life discovery by both Marco and Maria.  They both said to just write whatever came to mind and not worry so much if it made sense, so here we go.So far, it sucks.  Marco has been riding me pretty hard in the weight room, the pool, and one day when the temp got up to a balmy 45 degrees, he had me outside running intervals....

I hadn't had sex in two weeks. Not since the parlor reopened. Not since I had Maxwell in my apartment. Now my massages were short and reasonable. I was working with two other girls and one man, a gay man, and with a manager. A manager. That hadn't been in the contract or, at least, I didn't think it was. His name was Steven Tabb and he was the go-between for me and the man who had franchised my business. He kept the sched...

Looking Back Through Old Photos Copyright 2013 TG Stone Looking back through old photos. We’ve all done it – you’re searching in the attic for something, or clearing out a wardrobe when you’re moving - and you find a box. Sometimes it’s marked PERSONAL! in big letters. For some it’s a mystery as to the contents, you don’t really remember what’s in it, you haven’t looked inside it for years. Of course, your curiosity gets...