True Story - Page 62

My name is Jane I am thirty-two years old, one point seven metre tall, with auburn hair and a good figure, I have been married to Joe forty years old for twenty-one years. We have no family because after three miscarriages I was sterilised. We had...

The Truth about Nikki - pt7- the good life begins It was now early January 1998 and I was now “ legal tender” as they say because I had turned 18 years old in December. Anna and I both agreed that our new life was almo...

Being something of a solitary boy, after school I would go to the vacant lot near my home and play games of fantasy and pretend all by myself. Or so I thought. Being in a secluded area by myself, if I had to pee, I' d just go over to a b...

hello to all readers. . my name is kuttan and I' m from south India. this story I write is a true incident and not a narrative. this incident is a collation of many small ones and all adds up to make me one hell of a lucky bastard. I was...

Hi, Michelle again. I just celebrated my thirty third birthday, but the stories I' m telling are from when I was just approaching fifteen, geeting ready to start my freshman year in high school. . The stories are all true, and I' m doing my...

The rest of the night went by normally as if we hadn' t just orgasmed together. Well at least we made it seem that way. Well at least I did, but the thought of what happened never left me. The pleasure Shan had made me feel lingered. I had nev...

“ He told me she was forty, eighteen years older than him. I told her you are reputed to have a thick, nine-inch erection, he told me as I took the bait and stroked my cock for him while he ogled it. He asked if he could take some pics of my...

I apologize for not writing before, I have had a tough time getting some time at home to sit down at write (yes, my wife doesn' t know about this). I hope you enjoy this story. Feedback is always appreciated. If you want to know something spec...

Remember when I described Barb as the go to church every Sunday prudish type, well that wasn' t exactly correct. After a few years of giving Barb massages, she began telling stories about her love life with Jim. As a matter of fact, her...

I had been feeling up and, on occasion, clumsily fucking a few fellow band girls during lunch and in the afternoon time slot. I was definitely working my way up to the real good experiences when, out of nowhere, a different kind of experience chan...

This is the first chapter in a short series that will take you through the most incredible night of my youth. It’ s all true, though the names have been changed. Also, this is my first time publis...

An Outing with Harry Ever since I was attacked and raped by three of my school mates, I have been addicted to sex. I can' t seem to get enough, I thought that I might be homosexual, I still enjoy sex with females. I like to lick their cu...

I never thought it would happen, I never thought she’ d contact me again, but she did and when I got the text message from her, I was excited but cautious. Kaitlyn was always on my mind, wanting to see her, almost needing to see her, I...

Chapter Two The next few days were not what I expected. Renee seemed to be back to her distant self and was withdrawn from me. When I finally got her to talk, she told me that she felt dirty and ashamed by her actions the other night. I assu...

The Fuel Stop This is a story about a journey home after a shopping trip that Chas and I went on recently. We were on our way home after a good day out shopping. We had been in a lot of shops, and I had tried on several articles of clo...

“ They want a to have a MMF threesome with you, they heard about you by reputation, are you comfortable with that? I negotiated a special fee for us, ” my agent Ada told me. Steve asked lots questions, some not quite the usual ones I get...

Room Service I travel a lot for business. Usually I go to the same cities at different times of the year. I always stay at the same hotels. To keep myself out of legal trouble I' ll leave the name of the hotel and the city of the retelli...

She told me she was fifty (fifteen-years older than me) a size 14, around 68 inches tall and still attractive. At her insistence we met in a coffee shop so she could check me out as she was unused to face-to-face meetings with men on dating...

“ Can we have two young girls, or two young boys, early twenties? Or perhaps one of each for our mutual sexual pleasure soon? Very soon, ” she asked as we increased the tempo of our fucking. “ Next week? Please baby, please? ”...

It was the winter of 1984 when our state was hit by a major ice storm. I was fifteen at the time. I can remember the trees cracking all around the house, and then the power being knocked out for most of the rural communities in our state. It would...