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The young schoolboy lay back in the bath, entirely relaxed. The hot, steaming water enveloped his firm, slender yet muscular frame, the white foam making little islands of his knees, his slumbering penis and his head as he lay back, closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

Jonathan could still feel a tingling running through his body from the morning”s encounter with Lucy, the daughter of his father”s new fiancée. It was the first day of the Christmas Vacation – his last ever Christmas vacation while at school – and his father and his father”s soon-to-be-bride Emma were at work, leaving the two young teenagers at home. (more…)

*Poolside 2: Pool Party Sex*

“Note: This story is a continuation of “Poolside: Sex with a New Mother.”"

I was 22 tears old and had just finished my first year of graduate school. I was working as a lifeguard at the country club pool where I had worked every year during my undergraduate summers. This job provided me with plenty of opportunities to stay in shape, and my body was solid from weight-lifting, long-distance running, and frequent vigorous swimming. I also had the deepest, darkest tan at the pool. The pool bunnies spent a lot of time looking at me. They also enjoyed teasing me until I got erections in my trunks. (more…)

Renee watched fields pass by as the train rumbled eastward through farming country. She was looking forward to her little trip out of the city and to the conference she’d be presenting at, but mostly she was looking forward to seeing Keith, if she ever got a hold of him. She’d left messages over the last few days but he hadn’t called her. She checked the signal on her phone and swore under her breath at the poor cell coverage farmers had to live with.

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Tiffany awoke from the deep sleep and gazed at the sleeping man beside her. It had been a long time since that happened, and the feeling between her legs told her it would continue for a while. She pulled back the covers slowly, and stared at the “morning wood” standing tall and thick at his crotch. She wanted more of that, and gently took it in her hand. It jumped at her touch and she looked to see if he was still asleep. The steady breathing told her he was, and she lowered her lips to the pulsing shaft. (more…)

*Chapter 12: EARTH FORCE*

The young couple were holidaying with a group of friends but after several days of sun, surf and sand, had decided to spend this particular day alone, driving up to the hopefully cooler, hilly region a few miles inland from where they were staying.

Martin and Brenda had known each other for nearly two years and been living together for much of that time. Until recent weeks everything had been wonderful but then niggling problems had begun to arise and as they had been getting progressively worse they both secretly hoped that the holiday would provide them time to identify and resolve the cause, a chance to revitalise their relationship. (more…)

“Sorry I made you wait.”

I shrugged, looking up at Seth, who was looming over me in a thick, warm-looking black coat. It had gotten fairly dark by now, and I hadn’t seen him approach.

“I suppose it’s fair. I’ve done it to you.”

“But you weren’t trying to make up for your fuck-ups at the time.” He smiled a little ruefully and offered me his hand. I took it, pulling myself into a standing position. Seth looked at me for a few seconds with regret on his face.

“Your voice sounds awful,” he told me, biting his lip. “That’s my fault, too. I’m so sorry Jenna.” He took out his keys and proceeded to unlock the back door by which I had sat waiting. It was dry under the overhang, but even so I was freezing and even a little stiff after fourty minutes of waiting. It helped when Seth put an arm around me to warm me. (more…)

Why can I not stop looking at her? Yet does she not also look back? It’s the way she smiles and smiles back. I just started opening the gym at five am, she comes in around six. I just stand back at the front desk and watch her attentively, nearly the whole time. She’s one of the personal trainers, and I’m glad I’m studying to be one. I’ve been working out and I can say I look good, but she looks like a goddess. I would guess she is about 5′3″. She has the sexiest naval to be seen. Slim and slender would describe her soft baby smooth skin. Above her stomach sit a nice set of perky breasts, my guess is probably a mid b-cup, but sports bras do tend to hold back more than to be thought. Her beautiful set of legs are toned to perfection, which wave up to her gorgeous ass. A bubble butt if you will, but full of muscle unlike other women. Alas the face, her eyes pierce you with a sexy gaze almost paralyzing you. Her dark hair adds a bit of mystery to her beauty, making you wonder what lies beneath the skin too. Beauty at its best, that’s the easiest way to sum up Lauren in words. I look at her and could honestly say I would probably marry her, and yet I barely know her. (more…)

*Chapter 1: Almost Jeannie*

“This story involves sexual play, sex, and drinking by young adults. Although the drinking includes individuals under age 21, this story is recounting a time when 18 year olds could drink legally.”

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Summers during my college years were the time for tennis camp, and a time when I could be king of my surroundings. I was a pretty good college tennis player, but to stay competitive, I depended on additional coaching during the summers. I had worked out a arrangement with the coach of one of the tennis camps for me to help out with the instruction of the youngsters, in return for his coaching me for the summer. As a result, he got a pretty good tennis player on staff to give credibility to his summer program, and I got to be a hot shot for the summer. (more…)

The front door rattled. The dull, thumping sound of flesh tapping glass quickly followed. A middle-aged, black man had his hands cupped to the door glass peering into Terri Jenkins”s book store.

“Great!” Terri whispered to no one in her frustration. It seems that her reading was always disturbed right in the middle of the good parts, especially in the middle of the steamier Harold Robbins romances. Terri put the paperback down on the top of the sales counter. She’d just have to get back to her adults only lesson in preparing banana splits. (more…)

“Based on characters that appear in “Become the Snow Princess” and “Two Girls from Tokyo.”"

So when Nobuko and I finished high school, and we’re going to college, we got jobs. I had to: Nobuko came with me out of solidarity or something. It was the condition I accepted to stay at Mom’s. She wanted me to go to college, wanted to keep me out of her world, but insisted I get a taste for the “real world,” whatever the fuck that is.

I wasn’t ready to be on my own, so I accepted. Then she got jobs for us; part-time job at a McDonald’s knock-off owned by one of her clients, probably some gangster or some other loser with money. This is where we became friends with Rie. Rie had also gone to our high school, in the class ahead of us. She was from the actual bad crowd, and because she was older we didn’t have that much contact with her. That’s how it is at a Japanese school, you stick with the people from your own class (except for the guys who went after the girls from the lower-classes, and the girls who chased after upper-class boys). What contact we did have with her was governed by our subordinate position, but outside of high school is a different world, and when Nobu and I started working she looked out for us. All the other people there were “good boys and girls” she told us with a sneer our first day. At first she acted as if she was only being nice so she’d have someone to smoke with; I mean, Nobu and I were never that “bad” the sense that she meant it. (more…)