This happened to me about 35 years ago, when I was around 20. The announcement came over the tannoy, all flights from London Heathrow were delayed. The fog was settling in. I reread the same newspaper page again and sighed. So close to leaving, I’d even made it to the departure gate for my trip to Paris. Across from my gate was another clutch of passengers waiting to depart for another destination, their flight also delayed. It looked like being a long night on uncomfortable chairs. A blonde woman much older than me waiting at the adjacent gate caught my eye. Twice. Then again. Her smirk wasn’t exactly a wink…

Sitting in the dressing room waiting for my turn on stage, I thought back to earlier today when I had an argument with my folks again. When are they going to figure out that I have grown up, that they can’t control my every move anymore? Sure I want to go to college, just not right this second. I mean, come on, I had just finished high school this year, and now it was time to have some fun. I leaned further back in my chair and propped my legs up on the counter. I looked around at the other girls dressing and undressing around me and let my mind…

Chapter 6 – WARMING THE FIRES THAT BURN Sunday evening my parents came home and told me all about their visit with my brother. I didn’t bother telling them that I met one of the neighbors. Monday morning, it was back to their grind. Generally speaking, my parents didn’t like me sleeping in. So even though there was no school or work for me, I still woke every morning around 6:00 AM. They actually got up earlier than me because they were usually out the door before 7:00. I had already showered and was wearing only my robe when they left. Lucy was yapping away at the back door; she…

Chapter 9 – Just The Girls Having applied for a few jobs over the previous week, Alicia was happy to finally have some free time so she could be with Jim again. She had to admit, she missed him… a lot. It had only really been three days, but it seemed like an eternity to her. Alicia glanced out her bedroom window and noticed Jim’s car wasn’t in his driveway. She frowned, but knew he didn’t usually stay out late at night, the few times he did actually go out. Just then, the phone rang and, after checking the caller ID, Alicia picked it up and said, “Hey Sophora, what’s…

The ship rocking gently at port, a shaft of moonlight moves slowly across the floor, finding the bed and illuminating my body, naked with the sheets twisted about me. Still asleep, breathing softly. The sound of the waves and the creaking of the vessel amongst them providing a relaxing environment that invites sleep. A wench enters the room, carrying a tray of fruit, cheese, wine and bread. She sets it on a table by the bed, careful as not to make too much noise, her long dark hair tied up, face freshly scrubbed and glowing. Her body small, petite with large breasts, wearing a loose gown of silk. New to…

“I’m not sorry about what I did,” Sophie purred, not rising up from where she knelt beside his couch. “You shouldn’t be,” he replied, glancing quickly around to see if either of his sons or any of their pals were in earshot. “it was the best blow job I ever had.” She blushed charmingly, eyes glancing away, then looking up to meet his. “Well, I get lots of practice with guys my own age, and then I discovered how much older guys like pumping their gobs of goo into the throat of girls young enough to be their daughter. Doing them the favour really gets me off. I absolutely loved…

Alexis Porter glanced at her watch as her sweating, gasping husband rolled off her. Ninety seconds, she mused. He must’ve been *really* turned on, she thought sarcastically. Her husband, Les, lay beside her on his back, quite pleased with his performance. Les fancied himself quite the stud in bed, all evidence to the contrary. Les, thought Alexis. What a perfect name for him. 50 years old. 5′ 6″, 230 pounds, none of which was muscle. He was, as David Letterman once famously described Terry Forster, a “fat tub of goo.” Add to that his balding head and double chin. To top (or bottom) it off, his penis was barely 3″…

I am the youngest of five children, all girls. My oldest sister got pregnant very young, and I was 7 when my oldest niece, Holly, was born. She and I have always been close, a number of people have commented that we are very similar people. Four years ago she and her whole family moved back east when her dad got a new job. She and I have stayed in touch, by email and the occasional phone call. Holly was always very cute, very tall (6’1″ last time I saw her) and willowy with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. But she was 14 then, all knees and elbows,…

At the age of 21, I still hadn’t gotten blown. I had some friends who talked about doing it with me, but all those plans fell through. Then one of my gay friends told me how sexy he thought I was and how badly he wanted me. I didn’t want him though. He was 18 and I’m not gay. Although he wasn’t an athlete, he was pretty well built. He had a solid rack of abs, peck and his arms were pretty well built as well. As we talked more though, I got more bi-curious. He had a huge 9″ cock, while I was just 6 or 7″. We finally…

It was a horrendously hot day…the thermometer registered the ambient temperature was over 105 degrees and the heat index was sitting at 119 degrees. No sane person was outdoors, and even the air conditioned indoors seemed oppressively warm. The old Southern custom of the afternoon rest made sense now. What must it have been like back in the days before air conditioning and when women wore layers of crinolines and hoop skirts! No wonder the gentile Southern belle retired in the afternoon to her shaded bedroom and stripped off those heavy layers until she was clad in only a chemise and pantaloons. Well, the modern Southern woman was little different,…