I love going out wearing my jogging outfit, mid-calf black Speedos stretched tightly against my vulva, showing a deep crease. Sometimes, I'll see guys and gals walking past me with their eyes glued to my crotch as I ran by, and I enjoy seeing them "getting a rise" over it.
I was wearing just such an outfit last summer when I went grocery shopping at my usual store. I like shopping there, and had become familiar with one of the bag-boys. He was a 17 year-old tall, lanky red head. I noticed he always made an effort to be the one to bag my groceries and take them out to my car.
He told me about his new motorcycle, and that he was going off to college in September. That's when I started seeing him as a young man and not a kid. I also got the feeling that he had a crush on me, with all that attention. I figured that he fantasized about me, lying awake at night, jerking off, dreaming about having sex with me. (I'm getting wet.)
This story is dedicated to Maria.
Paul left me months ago.
Six long, lonely, dreary months of endless darkness and gloom. The weeks of crying, the days of yearning for a phone call, the nights of empty wine bottles and morning headaches were all behind me.
I was healthy now, ready for a chance at a new beginning. Life was looking fresh again. The sun was bright, the air was clean. I was finally whole without him. I had loved him so deeply. It had been unnatural, unsettling, and uncontrolled. Now I could find the paper and pen before me through the fog. I could see the vision and the words. I was writing again.
Looking back, I realized the bad times were barely lingering, whereas the good times were painted like a portrait in my mind. But a portrait painted by a clown, not an artist. All that time, what did we talk about? I remembered the drinking, the parties, his friends, the football games. All of it was one big celebration. We laughed, we had sex, and we laughed some more. I could not single out one time we had a serious conversation other than an in-depth analysis of his team's fortunes on the field.
Paul left me the night my sister was tragically killed in a car accident.
An incident happened the other night, quite by accident, that awakened something in me I didn't know I had. Last Thursday night a friend of mine, Larry, came over to talk, drink a beer, and watch TV. He works at the same place I do, and since we had a three day weekend, we were in no hurry to end the night. My wife, Sandy, had to work the next day, and since she was not a night person she went to bed about 10:30. She is also one of the soundest sleepers I know. I have actually shaken her pretty good trying to wake her up before, and still she would sleep.
After Sandy went to bed, Larry and I sat up and watched an old porno flick of his that he had brought over, since Sandy wasn't into much of that scene.
After the first couple of cum shots, Larry exclaimed, "Man, it sure would be nice to have a real piece of ass! It's been much too long since I've had any!"
It happened at his cousin's wedding. He didn't want to be there, hates weddings, but his wife made him go. As she was out on the lawn chatting with friends, he had already made up his mind to choke down the rest of his cake, find her, and tell her he was leaving. If she wasn't ready to go, she could just find another ride home later. That's what he would do all right.
Then he noticed a pretty woman from across the country club lawn. She was extraordinary, blonde hair entwined into a lazy French twist, dotted with babies' breath, softly rounded curves shaped in a tight midnight blue satin gown. It was her eyes that captured his full attention. They were locked on his!
My wife's best friend moved to San Francisco a few years ago and met some guy. They have been dating for a while and they recently came to visit for a weekend.
Both my wife and I are 24 and my wife's best friend Laura is 23 and her boyfriend is 22.
They came to our house the Friday night after they arrived. We were all sitting around in the living room talking by the fire and drinking wine when the topic of sex came up.
We quickly learned that for some strange reason Laura's boyfriend wasn't ready to have sex with her and that the situation frustrated Laura. She mentioned that she was forced to satisfy herself whenever she got "in the mood."
Having a sexual relationship with family members can get started in just about any variety of situations, some because one or more member has the definite hots for the other, and some because of circumstances that arise almost out of nowhere. Mine arose simply because of my sister, and what she did with her birthday present.
Darla got a small, hand-held video camera for her birthday. It was pretty neat, and she went around videotaping everyone in the house. I didn't know that she had videotaped herself, too, and what she was doing while she taped herself.
This is a story that happened about four or five years ago. My life has changed since the time of this story, but it came up in conversation with some friends and they insisted that I write it down. While I have to change one or two of the details so that I don't get caught, the story is essentially true. The woman in question is a real person is hard as that might be to believe.
I was at kind of a low point socially. I had been through an emotionally and finically devastating divorce, and was having trouble getting going again with the opposite sex. My ex-wife, Robin was a beautiful, fiery redhead that I had been totally in love with. Robin had wonderful freckles, a great body with large breasts, and a bright red pussy. I was convinced that she was my sole mate until the day she ran off with my best friend, and most of my possessions. It had been a year, and I was ready to move on.