Sex-Stories


How my sex inclination started?

My uncle lives 2 streets away from our house and my auntie lives in another town. My uncle hired a maid servant to cook for him and do the household. She is very young and hot. My uncle, who is always horny, did not have the courage to tell the maid servant that he wanted to fuck her. So he got me into the house and told me that he wanted to have her and that I suggest a way for him to approach her. As per the plan, my uncle started touching my private parts when she was just walking into my uncle's room with his afternoon tea. That was just enough to turn her on.

Gas Station at Two AM

John had driven the route almost bimonthly since the move to LA. And each time, he stopped in some city to gas up....for some reason Gilroy seemed to be that place. And each time it was late ... John planned it that way so he could speed a bit faster then he could during the day. Too, at night it was usually cooler. But that one night it was muggy, hot and generally uncomfortable. He found a gas station open a few blocks off the free way -- he did that because he planned to cool off afterwards, sitting on some bench near the water. The place had a few lights on, but as he drove up, most were turned off. He was pissed, figuring the place was closed.

The 20th Hole

Knock - knock - knock. The brass knocker on Steve Matthews' front door made its particular sound of metal through oak to announce a visitor. Steve ambled toward the front door, dressed in nylon jogging shorts and an old t-shirt, typical for him on a Saturday morning following an early round of golf. As he crossed into the entry, he thought, 'I wonder who could be here at this hour? Probably a kid soliciting for the Band or PeeWee football.'As he opened the door, his eyes were directed downward toward the face of the child he expected to see.

My First Time

This is the story of my first sexual experience, it's true. Although things didn't work out for a permanent relationship, I will always remember my first lover. She has lots of friends, some perhaps reading this group, and I'd hate to embarrass her. For this reason, her name has been changed and geographic details have been obscured. The conversations are, of course, synthesized (I wasn't taking notes at the time) but are as I remember them. I've included plenty of graphic detail to get you stiff or wet, but the pedophiles might as well go on to the next posting because *this* story is about losing my virginity at age 30. I don't know why, exactly, I waited so long.

First Time

Hello, I would like to share my experience with the bi/gay life style. I am a small frame male. Older men hit me on when I was younger, that is talking thirteen on. Let me tell you I was never really scared, but no man was going to touch me. Sometimes when I would hitch hike I would end up some guy sliding his hand towards my leg. I would either say let me out or tell to forget it. I guess I was lucky no one took advantage of me. I never let anyone touch me till I joined the army. I was only eighteen on temporary duty in a small town out west. I met a very nice girl whom I had wanted to take out, only I had no money.

Our First Swing

Before I start you have to understand that neither my husband nor I had any intention or even conversation about swinging before this vacation. We've been married now for 10 years and have two kids. As most couples with kids and jobs after a family vacation there wasn't much time or money left over for just a couples retreat this year so we hadn't planned on any good, one on one time for us. Our neighbors of 5 years Peter and Tina were in the same situation as we were with two kids and a somewhat limited budget. Peter, Tina, Manny and I has gotten pretty close over the years, with kids same age and living next door we had enjoyed each other's company for barbeques, dinners out, movies etc.

First Time In The South - 2

Soon after the 'slave inspection' I returned to my chamber - George had very sensibly suggested that I should take some rest after my journey. He told me that he'd have me woken in time for dinner. Though tired I had difficulty resting immediately: the afternoon's adventure replayed in my mind and I confess I was obliged to bring myself to relief before sleep could be thought of. I awoke to a soft female voice gently urging 'Massa, Massa, please wake up suh... is you awake?' I looked up at the girl standing at the foot of my bed. Outfitted in a blue maid's dress she was another young beauty, lighter skinned than Naomi with a rounded yet slender form.

First Mate

It was so unfair; my first long space voyage as First Mate after my promotion and I had to draw Captain Walters as commanding officer. Ethyl Walters, the tough-as-nails commanding officer of the "Venture." had a reputation as being demanding. As the first woman ever to captain a Federation frigate, she had a lot to prove. But she had been proving it for the last fifteen years by making the lives of the men who served with her miserable. To make matters worse, Captain Walters turned out to be a very good-looking woman. Although she was ten or fifteen years older than I was, she had a firm, youthful body and once we were underway, she didn't mind showing it.

My First Time With A Man

I'm now 43 years old. This story happened when I was going through a divorce. I had been working out at this gym a couple blocks from my apartment for about 6 months. I mostly worked out in the morning before work. However with all the stress one night I decided to head to the gym around 1am. When I arrived there where a couple people working out and I went to one of the weight machines and just started lifting. I forgot how many sets I did but the workout left me feeling better. As I looked around I realized I was the only person in the room. I grabbed my towel and headed toward the locker room. I stripped down and noticed a lot of steam coming from the shower area.

First Kiss

It was a rainy Saturday afternoon. Really rainy. There was no way we were going to be able to go outside. So, we sat in Sarah's living room playing cards. Her dad was off on a business trip and wouldn't be back until the middle of the next week and her Mom had had to go into the office for the day. That was why I had run over in the rain to keep her company. I lived just two blocks down the street and we spent almost all our time together. Usually at Sarah's house, but sometimes over at mine. Sarah had more stuff than I did. She had a dollhouse and lots of board games and her yard abutted on one of the green belts that winded their way through the neighborhood.