First Time


A Library Liason

My name is Zoë and I am nineteen, I have three loves, good coffee poured over a vanilla pod, good books and screwing beautiful girls. Oh, while I like my coffee vanilla I want my sex to be anything but. I spend hours' hanging out at the local library and I know many of the librarians well, some very well. About a week ago a new librarian caught my eye. I do not know why. Her hair was a mess; she had no idea on how to use make up and her clothes, well she is fashion's equivalent to the titanic. Given all this I was getting quite wet and the telltale tingle was clearly present. I immediately struck up a conversation and fell in love with her voice. We shared a lot of common interests...

Food fight and first sex

I was late out of college and when I got home I rushed up stairs and had a quick shower, shave and brushed of my teeth. I was determined to smell nice tonight. I was just throwing a wash bag and some books in to my rucksack when the doorbell rang. My sister called out "Jamie, its your date's parents"She was clearly amused by this. I rushed down stairs giving my sister a glare and got into the back of Mercedes waiting for me at the curve. It was my first sleep over at my girlfriend's house and they had kindly agreed to give me a lift.

katie's story

I will get the personal details out of the way quickly. My name is Katie I am 19 and am studying History at University. Oh, and by the way I have always considered myself to be the sort of girl that is only interested in men. Well that was until I met Suzie. She had enrolled on the same course as me and the first time I saw her I think my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. She was breathtakingly beautiful and I admit I was shocked by the way my body reacted, my nipple were soon erect and my knickers were drenched with my juices. I thought I was going to cum just by looking at her. At the end of the lecture she came up to me and asked if I would like to join her for coffee.

My Life as a Prostitute (the beginning...)

For a long time now I wanted to open up and share my past life. I don't have many friends, nor family, and as time goes by I feel this urge to tell my story. I am not ashamed of my past. I know I am a prostitute and was used in ways no wife or girlfriend would ever imagine existed, nor would they ever think that men could degrade women in such ways! But I want to go forward with my life, to open a new chapter and go on. I was a very young teen when I had my first man. I was living with an aunt at the time, since my parents were divorced and did not have much time for me. I could practically do as I pleased with my aunt; she did not care what I did as long as I didn't bring her any problems.

Mine forever

I have seen a bit of the world and learned a lot of things in my nearly 35 years of existence. There was a lady and her young son occupying the seat in front of me. It was obvious that the lady was tense and nervous. Usually I travel by A/c because of the dust and heat. Generally it was also less crowded and noisy than the sleeper compartment I was traveling in. But there was no ticket available even in the notorious black market and here I was traveling with the 'common' man. The lady was around 40 years old, maybe five or six years older than me. She was a bit on the plumper and darker side, but had a manner of bearing that was very attractive.

Penelope's Kiss

Summer vacation with Uncle Gus was a flavor, a spice that seasoned my sense of time and place. A woman taught me this, a tall, dark-haired gal who took me on a tour around the Mediterranean one night in her kitchen. Some say vacation is a dimension of leisure, a filter through which our lives look softer, shinier, more brilliant; but Veronica Watson convinced me that all those appearances can be translated into taste and swallowed. Easier than being transported in a plane or aboard a ship, with customs, passports and all that. "Believe your stomach boy, more than your eyes," she would say with a sultry Southern draw. Damn if she didn't blindfold me and prove the point every time.

A Dream Fulfilled

It was a warm night so she opened the window a little and went to bed nude and laid on top of the sheets. She lived out in the country and this was nothing new to her. A few hours later a young migrant worker was walking thru the country when he saw a house in the distance. Hoping to find someone awake and ask for work and food he continued up to the house. There was only a porch light on outside as he approached and no sign of light from inside but he had noticed a barn out back so he figured he could least get some sleep and be gone before anyone noticed. Walking round back he noticed a night coming through a window and carefully walked up to see if he could see anyone.

Diary's Secret

Rose couldn't believe after 2 days she was still finding evidence of the party her daughter Jen through for her cheer team. Just 6 screaming and giggling teen girls made her house look like a natural disaster in one weekend. As Rose was cleaning the popcorn out from under the couch cushions she found Jen's diary. Tossing it on the coffee table she started vacuuming out the couch and put the cushions back. When she was done she went to grab the diary and take it to Jen's room. Leaning over to pick it up it fell open and she read just 4 words that made her freeze. "She tasted so sweet". Knowing how wrong it was to continue reading she quickly closed it and took it to her teen's room.

A Birthday Surprise

I pulled the note out of my pocket and read it again. Kendra, I'm sorry that I've hurt you. What we had was great. But, we both know that it's time to move on. I hope that someday you can look back on this and not hate me. M That was the tenth time that I've read the note this past month. Each time I read the note, there were less tears and more anger. I worked my ass off at the Sugar Shack for low wages and crappy tips. To make matters worse, I had come home to find Mike fucking Amber, the slut from down the hall. That night, I had closed the diner early. With the new restaurant across the street sucking up all their customers, there was no need to stay open late anymore.

Sexy Sister In Law

My sister-in-law was visiting Tim and I for two weeks. Jean is a truly gorgeous woman. I've always been in awe of her. She is one of those multitalented people who seems to do everything with verve, flair, and in her case - talent, in everything she sets her mind to. She's an ex model who has her own modeling school. She paints beautifully, is a talented musician, and ex ball room dancing teacher. Her taste in clothes is impeccable, and she's a wonderful cook on top of that. To top all that off, she is a wonderful person. Tim's an electrical engineer and got called out of town on an emergency. He was gone a week, so Jean and I talked and got to know each other very well.