The Sexual Revolution? I guess it had been around for a while by the early 1970s, but it didn’t seem to offer much to a working-class, rather ordinary-looking girl like me. By the time I was sixteen and approaching the end of my sophomore year, my sexuality was blooming, Yes, I did find outlets for expressing that side of myself. However, it didn’t involve having a boyfriend, at least not that year. I’m Chloe Mangano, and...

She is my biggest fantasy—the love of my life. Mrs. Nita is my pastor’s wife and also the mom of my two friends, Bill and Don. My name is Randy. I love this woman with all my heart. I’m twenty-two years old and a student at the local Junior College. Mrs. Nita is such a beautiful woman. she is about five foot and seven inches, with a beautiful figure with 34C- breasts, a gorgeous ass, and the most fantastic long, legs. She...

“What am I doing?" “Whatever it is, I approve,” I replied, licking my lips from where Mary’s kiss lingered. “I can’t. I don’t want…” Mary said as she pulled back. She rolled off my bed and quickly ran out of my apartment. I shrugged, sighing to myself, and turned on the TV She’d be back. I’d seduced enough straight girls in my time to know when to let them run. Most came back. Multiple times. "And those that don’t, fuck ‘...

Jenna was my roommate, studying to be a doctor ... or something important. She had blonde hair and I had coal black hair all-round, when not shaved. The dorm called us the Bubble Butt Twins. Need I explain ? She forever, lying, tummy down on the bed studying sinews and the the location of rhodium's most humble electron. Yet then did my thoughts turn to her anatomy or was it our chemistry. My chemistry yielded to her chemi...

“You won’t tell anyone that I jerked you off, right?” I asked Kyle. “No,” he said, sheepishly. “What happens in Germany, stays in Germany.” “I think we were still in France, then,” I said with a weak smile. The stewardess had come around on the plane with drinks twice. It took that many for me to broach the subject I’d been worrying over since we left Europe for the last time. Neither of us had spoken of it since I rolled...

Tamara My dreams that night were sensual but not necessarily erotic, hearkening back to the dance on Halloween, pressed against Elena, feeling sensations that were scary and exciting all at the same time. Her eyes were staring into mine, and I could feel her whispering into my mind somehow coaxing me just to give in, to the desires, to the feelings, to her. I woke up understandably horny but resisted the urge to finger my...

Elena I spent most of the next day simply crying, my heart felt like it had been ripped out and dropped right into an emotional blender. Part of me was angry: Angry at myself for letting Tamara in so deep; angry at Tamara for seemingly teasing me, and angry at the entire universe for tearing her out of my life. At the same time, I picked up my phone about a dozen or so times, wanting to call her or send a text, even if it...

Elena Watching Tamara’s transformation over the weeks that followed was positively breathtaking for me. Her uncertainty and self-doubt melted away more with each passing day. Unfortunately, that just made me like her all the more, which was surely setting me up for a world of hurt. Now that she was single again I tried to nudge her into dating, even trying to guilt her into setting up a Tinder account, but I failed misera...

  “Ding, Ding” My nipples harden. My pussy aches. It’s him. I have never felt his touch. He has never kissed my lips. I have only ever seen his words on my screen, and yet, he is the sexiest man I have ever known. His prose escalates me to pleasure with more skill than any man who has lain in my bed. He writes of his desire to touch me and lick me, then to fill me and fuck me, until my body swims in waves of orgasmic deca...

My eyes were still closed but I could tell it was morning from the sound of birds chirping outside my window, when I felt her fingers trace across the skin of my bare upper body. She tapped and slid her nervous fingers down my sides as though trying to decide whether to wake me or… “Hey,” I turned around on the bed, to face my older sister, “What’s happening with you, what’re you doing?” This was now the second time she h...