Sonia's Erotic Stories

When I was a little younger younger, probably 16 or 17, I remember one occasion when I was able to take advantage of someone and how much power I felt while it happened. It was during the summer and my younger brother had a friend over to stay the night. He was kind of a cute kid for his age, about my height and blond hair, and he showed up in a white shirt, gym shorts and flip flops. It was a pretty hot day and they were outside for most of it, so later on that evening they took

God I hated it only being me and my mother some times. Like when things came up that was really hard to talk about with your mother because your father was an asshole and ran off on us when I was a baby. I was having a problem and needed a doctor, but didn’t want to tell my mother why. I was a shy kid and didn’t have many friends; I hung out at home a lot but didn’t have internet like all the other kids. So it was just being home reading and watching TV. I didn’t know a

A 17 year old boy gets more than he bargained for when following his circumcision his mom has to help removing his stitches. My name is Jason and the events described happened in 1987 at the age of 16. I was brought up on a bog standard council estate living in a 3 bedroom house with my parents who were more or less happily married. The problem started 2 years earlier when as I used to go to the toilet and found that I was pissing over me and the seat due to a tightening foreskin. The problem became so

My mother’s condition turned her into a little girl one night while I was having a sleepover with my best friend Will I grew up in a single parent household with my mother. My father left when I was about 8 years old, because my mother started to exhibit some erratic behavior. She would say and do inappropriate things, and finally my father got tired of it and moved out leaving me with her. This was back in the early 70s. About 15 years later, she was diagnosed with Frontotemporal dementia. It’s a type of dementia that causes personality changes

I stood there and watched her hand moving around between her legs, and that’s when I realized she didn’t have a weenie. The summer I was 10 years old, I was staying at my Aunt Kelly’s house for 2 weeks, while my mom and dad went on a cruise. Aunt Kelly was my mom’s younger sister. She was 24 years old and single. A couple of days into my stay, I woke up in the middle of the night because I really had to pee. I got out of bed and on my way to the bathroom, I noticed the

Tommy Parks could barely believe his eyes: as his Aunt Jennie stooped over in her garden, Tommy could see her butt. Not just the shape of it; his aunt’s cut-off jeans shorts were on so loosely Tommy could see from her mostly bare back all the way down her crack. The more she bent over in front of him, the more creamy white ass flesh he could see. Tommy tried not to let his aunt see him sneak furtive glances down her smoothly shaped backside; as he peered he could see, much to his surprise, that his aunt wasn’t wearing

In Chapters 1 -8, we met Family Practice Doctor Marcy Harris. The 54 year old woman with two grown sons of her own was a respected Doctor that gave thorough exams. Dr. Harris is also very pro-spanking. One morning, just prior to the lunch break, Marcy and her staff were reviewing charts for that afternoon”s patients. Janet, her Head Nurse pointed out that the 4PM appointment was a new patient recently relocated from a neighboring state and that Dr. Harris was recommended by another patient that attended the same church. Janet read the charts transferred from the prior physician and

In Chapter 1, we met Family Practice Doctor Marcy Harris. The 54 year old woman with two grown sons of her own was a respected Doctor that gave thorough exams. In the first five chapters, she examines several boys of varying ages, and in Chapter 6, she overhears a spanking and reminisces about a spanking she witnessed while doing her residency. Once a year, Dr. Harris lectured on boy”s health at a clinic in a poorer immigrant section of the city. Another colleague of hers did the same for girl”s issues. Since these families rarely saw doctors unless for emergencies,

In Chapter 1, we met Family Practice Doctor Marcy Harris. The 54 year old woman with two grown sons of her own was a respected Doctor that gave thorough exams. In the first five chapters, she examines several boys of varying ages. One Friday evening, after a full week, Dr. Harris left the office and looked forward to meeting her husband Dan for dinner at one of their favorite restaurants. Dan had been on travel that week so they had not seen each other for 5 days. Marcy arrived at the restaurant and went to the bar, knowing it would

In chapter 1, we met Family Practice Doctor Marcy Harris. The 52 year old woman with two grown children of her own was a respected Doctor that gave thorough exams. In the first four chapters, she examines two boys, Kyle Roberts and a new patient Michael Sanchez, 11. Our story continues with Dr. Harris seeing a patient, Wayne Andrews, a boy that she has known since he was one year old. Wayne Andrews had very mixed emotions this summer morning. On one hand, the boy was excited to be on summer vacation and it was his 14th birthday. On the

In Chapter 1, we met Family Practice Doctor Marcy Harris. The 52 year old woman with two grown children of her own was a respected Doctor that gave thorough exams. In Chapter 3, she sees a new patient, Michael Sanchez, 11, along with his mother Barbara. The boy receives a thorough exam and is asked to return 3 months later for a follow-up. Our story continues as the boy and his mom depart the Doctor’s office after the first visit. Barbara and Michael stepped into the family SUV and departed Dr. Harris’s office for lunch at a popular hamburger joint

That unforgettable summer I spent with my gran After my gran was widowed at about 65 I used to go and stay with her for weekends…she stayed in a creepy old house and at first I didn’t like sleeping there but gran used to cuddle in to me at night so after a while it was alight. This went on for a while…weekends turned in to school holidays until after about five years…my gran now about 70 I had the best summer holiday ever. After about two weeks there was a heat wave…up until now I had been sleeping in

I had no idea what had just happened to me My mind was working overtime at what had just happened…I had never had any feelings in my almost twelve years like the ones I had just had…I had no idea where these feelings had come from…what caused my cock to get so hard and stiff and why my cock suddenly felt wet and sticky…I also had no idea at all about what I just heard coming from Iris’s room…I lay awake for a while with a mixture of the thought’s about those noises…Iris using the “F” word and the discomfort

I’m a nanny to a disabled boy, and I ended up fucking him every couple of nights, and then bore his child. I was 27 years old and for the last 6 years I have been a live-in carer/nanny for a wealthy family, taking care of their disabled son Peter, who was 13 years old. Peter and I have become very close over the last 6 years, his parents work long hours and are often away sometimes for weeks at a time on business trips, in a way I can’t of feel like his mother, because I’m the one

I caught my son’s best friend doing something odd in the bathroom the other night. But it ended well for both of us. He’s a good boy. A few days ago my son had one of his close friends sleepover on a Friday night, his name is Jamie and he’s 12 years old, a nice polite little boy, about 4 foot 5 inches tall, short fair-haired in a spikey style, he has light blue eyes, a small button nose and cute dimples in his cheeks when he smiles. Jamie had slept over many times before over the years we’ve known

I’m a 42 year old single Caucasian woman, never married. This is the story of how I turned an innocent little 11 year old boy into my fuck buddy It was a hot summer day, and I was walking out to collect my mail in the morning. I noticed about 3-4 houses down there was a young boy mowing the lawn. Man he was cute. Probably 5’1, skinny, blonde hair, freckles on his face. I wanted to just eat him up. I hadn’t been with a man in a very long time, and I was always thinking about sex. I

I was lucky enough to have the job of helping my mom hook her bra. Geez, one day my Mom asked me if I could help her hook her bra.  Of course I said yes !!!  Even the first time I got hard , she noticed and just smiled.  So, I asked her if I could help her everyday, and suprising me, she said yes.   After a few days, I got enough balls to ask her if I could put her tits into the cups of the bra, and she said yes, she guesses that would be OK. So

From as early as I can remember, my mother and her two married sisters were firm believers that their children should receive regular enemas. I, of course, resisted the enemas and raised a fuss whenever I was to get an enema. So my mother enlisted the help of her sisters in order that they could restrain me and help her to give me the enema. She, in turn, helped her sisters whenever they wanted to give their children enemas since their children also resisted getting the enemas. The three women soon discovered that it would be easier to administer the

Marilyn, the woman who lives next door, has always fascinated me. She’s not a world class beauty, has a few wrinkles and is a little over weight but attractive to me none the less. As an empty-nester couple, she and her husband are involved with their church and a few civic and neighborhood projects as volunteers. I’ve been out to dinner with them a few times. Love her… can’t stand him. He’s a professional, religious snob. When I moved in about eight years ago, she and her husband welcomed me with a pot of coffee and some homemade

Fresh out of college, I had just joined a rather large company. I had worked hard for my degree, and I was approached by a number of large firms. I decided to join one that was going to send me to a desert city in the Southwest. The company arranged for me to move, and in the process, I found a rather unique nearby community. It was a mobile home park, situated out in the desert. The first thing I discovered was that it was very, very hot in the desert. There was a pool at the mobile home park,

In my last year of high school, I had a literature teacher whom we called Miss Henson. She was about thirty-three, quite good looking, although somewhat conservative we all thought. She had a habit of sitting on the end of her desk, and talking for hours with us about the novels, poems and literature we were studying. I was well into lingerie by this time of my life. However, other than the odd feel of a girlfriend’s panties or soft half-slip, my sexual adventures were somewhat commonplace, and so the discovery that one of my teachers

I absolutely love the stories about sniffing panties and jacking off. I remember my first time. I was 13 years old and we were visiting my aunt, my mother’s youngest sister. She was in her early 30’s, about five-three and had the hottest body I had ever seen on a woman. And if this was not enough, she was topped off with a pair of 38DD’s. The day that sticks in my mind, I had gone into the bathroom to jack off. I dropped my pants and as I sat down on the toilet I spotted a

My mom is not what you would consider hot. She is in her late 50’s, works in an elementary school. In short, she is your average mom and getting up there in age. She is not thin and has been getting thicker and thicker as she nears the flabby arm stage. Her boobs have always been large and are sagging more and more. If you were to see her in public, you wouldn’t even look twice, but for me, she has always been my fantasy. When I was a teenager, I would look forward to any

It all started with my infatuation with masturbation. I had started at an early age of 11. Not as early as some on this site but anyway, here we go. My beloved grandmother had recently passed away and this was about the time I had discovered the pleasure of orgasm. I was a bit of an exhibitionist even at such a young age. I remember going over during summer and getting wet in the backyard (they had no swimming pool so we’d wet ourselves with the hose). The memories of changing in the room and waiting for

I had to attend a convention and it happened to be in the same city that my wife’s older sister lives. My wife suggested that I go a day early so I could visit her sister and family. I was going to spend the first night with them and then check into the hotel. I arrived around noon and visited with the family that afternoon. That night my sister in law informed me that she was going to let me sleep in her youngest daughter’s room. She said Barbara had agreed to give up her room

This two part story is as true as I can remember, up to the point where I must consummate the story with my own erotic fantasies. Both stories should be read individually, preferably in private, in order to get the most enjoyment out of them. If I have done my job well, as you read along, the line between fact and fiction will blur and you will be able to bring yourself to a satisfying orgasm at the same time as my own innocent character in the story. Over thirty years ago, as a young

I was staying with Aunt Jen for three days while my parents went to Scotland for the funeral of Uncle Jack. “Aunt Jen” as I had always known her was not actually my aunt but Mum’s friend Jennifer, but she had always been known as Aunt Jen for as long as I could remember. Aunt Jen was in her mid forties and worked as a nurse, quite ordinary but nice. Although I think she had struggled financially since her husband died, she was always very smartly dressed and always seemed to be wearing stockings,

It was summer of 1962 or 1963 and I went with my cousin Mario one Sunday to the big amusement park in our town.  He was with his girlfriend and she was wearing a lovely green dress and a pretty white crinie underneath.  She had cute flat shoes, matching purse and cool sunglasses, and was so very conservative that she refused to go on any ride that might ruffle her in any way.  As a result, I went on all of the fun rides myself, while Mario and she stood around drinking Coke.  When we passed

I was 14 years old when it happened.  Around midnight I heard a thud in the bathroom.  I walked in to find my mom on the floor, naked and extremely drunk.  Her best friend was getting a divorce and they had gone out to drown their sorrows. Because our apartment was so small, I had seen my Mom naked before.  But, I had never had a chance to just stare.  She was a tiny woman.  She was probably 5′ 3″ and 105 pounds.  She had a small ass and perfectly round, but very small breasts. 

When I was about thirteen my Mom would wake me up for school every morning. Obviously there would be days where just yelling up the stairs to get up did not work, so she would come up to make sure I was up, getting ready. One morning she surprised me by just coming into my room to wake me. Needless to say she had caught me rubbing myself for an early morning delight. I thought I would fool her and pretend I was asleep still with the covers on. She knew better. She walked over and

  The top line of my add read, followed by “to greet and serve my guests at a small luncheon” on the next line.  The third line said, “Applicant must appear in person ready to work before10 am this Saturday morning” followed by my address on the last line. The doorbell rang at 9:30.  I opened the door dressed in just my dressing gown to find a tall blond boy.  I asked him to come in and soon found out that his name was David, he was just 18, graduated from high school just last

          When I was 12 years old a friend of mine asked if I could spend the weekend at his house. We asked my mom she said ok. I looked forward to being there. I always loved his mom. She was beautiful and always wore dresses and skirts with white slips under them. I remember one day after school my friend and I were playing in the yard he got angry at me and called me a son of a bitch. His mom came to the door and called us inside. She was angry and said

This is a true story of when I was young growing up. Not the first experience I had with panties, but probably the most memorable! Hope you like it. I was thinking yesterday about an experience I had when I was much younger, about fourteen. I thought you might like to hear it. Back home my folks owned three houses, one which we lived in and two others that they rented out. The one across the street was rented to a woman named Tara. She was kind of cute, not extravagantly beautiful but

“Shouldn’t you be in school?” Jennifer was taking advantage of the warm, spring weather to get her yard in shape. She had been pulling up weeds in her front yard, and for the past 15 minutes, she had had an audience of one. Kevin was the 11-year-old boy who lived next door to her. He had strolled up the sidewalk and sprawled himself out on his front yard. Now, he was lying on his belly with his bare feet kicked up in the air, watching her. “It’s spring break,” Kevin said flatly, as he

It was only a little experiment: I was quite a young boy, but I wanted to know what it felt like to wear ladies’ knickers. Ladies’ knickers were troubling me: I didn’t know why, or how it started, but I found I wanted to touch them. Badly. It was more than mere curiosity, it was something deeper, a want, a physical need, which made my tummy squirm when I thought about them. Something told me it was wrong, but whenever I glimpsed a lady’s panties I felt a pang of envy. There were few opportunities of getting

It was the early 1960s, the era when women wore stockings and suspenders (and not tights) when knickers were feminine and mostly made of nylon, skirts were either tight or full with frothy petticoats and I was about 7-8 years old. In those days, Friday nights had two scenarios, but both involved family members getting together at one or another house. The blokes went out to the pub and the women stayed in, chatting, doing each other’s hair and generally being women. Being young, I was engulfed in the women’s realm and ended up on the floor

Billy was almost 14 and very ambitious for his age. He had a paper Route, and also mowed a few lawns during the season. His Dad had told him about how he mowed lawns and did odd jobs when he was a boy. It kept Billy in spending money and he even had started a bank account. Billy was going through what all boys do at his age, with sexual feeling being high on his list of emotions. He had been masturbating for a while now, and his sexual tensions seemed to get

By Rick I’m a twenty-five year old male and was recently in the laundry at my apartment complex.  Usually I don’t see many people in here, but just before Christmas just after I had put my laundry into the washers, a woman in her late thirties or early forties came in with her basket full of clothes.  She was medium build and wearing a frumpy sweater and dress with what appeared to be pantyhose underneath.  She had fairly nice size breasts and an average face. She had her backside to me while she was putting her

By Rick From Part 2: The next time she started this routine, she put quite a bit of the vibrator up my ass while her other hand continued to stroke me.  I could feel the vibrations all through my lower extremities as she pressed it against the inside of my ass.  She felt me tremble, my dick was pulsating, and this time she did not stop.  Instead, I exploded all over the inside of the slips and the smooth silkiness touching me was too much to handle.  I begged her to remove the slips and was

    By Rick From Part 1: I continued to stroke myself, all the while the pair of dirty panties lay on my face and I continued to inhale the beautiful aroma.  As I was ready to explode, I quickly lifted the panties and slip off myself and as I grabbed and moved my tee-shirt, squirted the hot semen all over my stomach.  I continued stroking while I smelled her panties ensuring that every last drop would be spent and as I lifted the dirty panties off my face, I opened my eyes to see this woman

A few years ago I was doing some painting, a 2nd story room, for a older lady (late 60’s) here in town. It was a very hot sultry day here in the Midwest. It was not long before I was totally drenched in sweat. I removed my shirt for some relief form the heat. From time to time June would check in on me, she had brought me a cold lemonade this time. Getting down from the ladder I took the glass and thanked her. I explained to her that it was just too hot and

  I’ve been jacking off for as long as I can remember. There is nothing better than laying on the bed naked and rock hard fantasizing about a true life experience, or fantasizing about an experience one wishes they could have. In all my experiences the hottest ones have been where I was lucky enough to be watched by a woman. I’ve found that in most instances, if I know a woman and I have a good friendly relationship with her, and I am honest and I tell her I’d love to jack off in

I opened the door and let Amy in. She said, “Here’s a present for you”, and handed me the package. I opened it and there were panties inside, it looked like 3-4 pairs. Before I could say anything, Amy turned round and left saying, “Bring them over this evening along with all your panties, and be sure to wear one of them.” “All my panties?”, I said. “Yes, all,” said Amy. I tried on the panties, and they all fit great. There were 4 pair in the package, and they were all

I’ve been flashing and stroking it for my mother-in-law for about a year now. I was at my mother-in-law’s this past weekend. She took several occasions to bend over and give me some downblouse looks at her boobs. I KNOW it was on purpose. What woman does that by accident? You know, at some point, it just seems like she’s doing it at times when she otherwise probably wouldn’t. For example, I was sitting on the couch and she came and stood in front of me on the other side of the coffee table,

 My aunt (mother’s middle sister) is about 30 years older than me. When I was in my teens and early 20s I used to have a lot of fantasies about her. She was good looking, about 5’5″ with red hair and large breasts. Divorced twice, she had given up on any sort of social life when she got to her 40s. Even though she is older, she has kept in good shape but now wears a wig as her hair color has faded. I’m self-employed and she recently retired. Both my mother and my

As a youngster I had a paper route in order to earn the extra money I needed to buy some of the goodies that I desired. This was a very profitable route, although it was a once a week delivery. I was always trying to drum up new business. One day my mother told me to go and ask a new family that had moved in, if they would like delivery. Learning of this, I headed to there place and rang the bell. A young girl, about 9 years old answered. I asked if her parents were

Hi Sonia, how have you been. I just wanted to share something that happened to me last week.  I was at the local grocery store last week, during that bad wind storm.  I was on my way home from work.  I made sure to hold my skirt down on the way in but I never gave it another thought.  I was on my way out to the car with a bag in each arm when a gust blew my skirt right up.  I tried my best to push it down without dropping the groceries.  I looked

I was not an adult but a 16 year old boy should be considered one in today’s world. I was 16 in 1966 and boy was I naive…. We had a neighbor lady named Jean. She had a husband by the name of Everett that was a nasty foul mouthed hick from the sticks. Growing up all of the kids in the neighborhood hated the guy. My mother and Jean were pretty good friends and Jean would tell mom how nasty Everett was and how he was always treating her like dirt.

Last year, I took the family on a driving trip out West, and along the way we stopped to visit with some of my wife’s relatives. We stayed a few nights with her aunt Becky (not her real name) and her family. Becky and her husband like to travel, and generally have a good time (I suspect they may even experiment with ‘swinging’ but I have no proof). Becky is the typical hot relative. She’s in her 50’s, but she has maintained a great body and has a gorgeous face, the kind that doesn’t need make-up. Sometimes

It was Halloween 1998. I am happily married and had a friend who was going through a rough time staying at our house. She is a few years older than I am. My wife had gone to bed leaving my friend and myself alone watching The Night of the Living Dead 2. She was lying on the couch in sweat pants and a sweatshirt and I was sitting on the love seat wearing a pair of soccer shorts and a T-shirt. I got up to use the bathroom, while in the bathroom I noticed my friends

My name is Heather and I NEED to share with someone how I found out what I’ve been missing. I don’t have any close girlfriends I can talk to about this so the best thing I could do is write it down! I’ve read a few user-submitted stories so the first thing I guess I need to do is tell you a little about myself. I’m 30 and became a RN not long ago. I was married in my early 20’s, decided to go to nursing school, worked hard, got divorced, and continued my

MONDAY. It was Winter-time and the darkness arrived early with the night-time cold keeping all but the foolhardy or dedicated, indoor in front of the fire at night. Monday evening and I had finished school and sports practice early and arrived home long before dark. While Auntie was putting the finishing touches to our evening meal I had worked studiously in my room, completing most of my homework, finishing it after clearing the dishes into the washer and returning to my room. The usual procedure at our place was for Auntie and Uncle to settle

When I was 10 it was just Mom & I in that big old farmhouse. We had a dog, cats, chickens, a garden, a pig, a small pond with fish. I’d get home from school, do some homework and chores, and mom would come home from work 2 hours later. Dinner together, care for the animals, schoolwork, often a bath, then a cuddle and off to bed.   One evening during dinner Mom said she had some news, maybe bad news. Her boss asked her to change her shift, to work later so she

Hello, this experience took place many years ago when I was eleven. It was Halloween, and I wanted to go out trick or treating, but couldn’t think of a costume. My cousin, who was sixteen, got this idea to dress me up as a little girl in her old communion dress. I was bashful at first, but she convinced me it would be great. We went into her bedroom and she rummaged around in her closet and brought out several objects. To my surprise she said I would have to strip, as we were going from

I really didn’t want to go to Aunt Martha’s for the weekend, but I didn’t have a choice in the matter.  My mother and sister were going to a baby shower for my cousin and — of course — boys weren’t allowed.  I met Aunt Martha at the train station where my mother had dropped me off, and we drove to her house. Aunt Martha had never been my favorite Aunt.  She always seemed a little stern to me, and her home didn’t have much in the way of entertainment.  I always got bored whenever I went

I started wearing my moms nylon full cut panties back in 1973 a few months after my father passed away. I was doing the laundry and felt the cool nylon of her black panties. Wow i thought i like these and my cock started to grow in my shorts. I soon took off to her room and got into her panty drawer where i was just introduced to nylon panties. I wanted to try them all on but I was focused on a beige semi sheer pair. I took them out of her drawer and to

The shopping area is warm and sunny, with spring wind gusts occasionally ruffling his hair as he strolls around the mall. A constant stream of attractive women passes him by. They are all worth a second glance. The smartly dressed, the tight trousers, the firm breasts, the short skirts. He is a leg man, and admires the leggy ladies most of all. Hosiery is better than bare skin and he fanaticises whether the women are wearing pantyhose or stockings. So it goes on, always on the look out for the trimmest bottom, the longest leg, the

It was a friday night and I got home from the bar around 2am. I had a few drinks so I was feeling pretty tipsy. I live in a new subdivision so when the taxi dropped me off infront of my house, I noticed the neighbours lights were on and since very few people have blinds over the window, you could easily see what’s going on inside. I made my way into the house and went upstairs into the computer room which is located at the front of the house. The computer room was directly

When I was 12 I began wearing Mom’s panties to bed. If I could make it thru until the morning I loved wearing her panties under my pjs at the breakfast table. Sitting right across from Mom, feeling the sensuality of her silky panties- I can’t imagine a more intoxicating high! It was so erotic. I hated taking her panties off but had to for school.  As soon as I would take my pjs bottoms off I realized if Mom walked in just then she would see me in her panties. It was a

It didn’t take long for my neighbour Beth to show her true colours! When her husband was around she was quiet and meek, always staying in the background, but when Joe went off to work she was always finding excuses to pop around, especially if I was home alone. It was the first hot day of Spring and I had a free day. My wife was working and so was Joe. I had decided to sunbathe in our large, secluded garden. I don’t usually wear any clothes at home once the temperature is up, so

“Show time” exclaimed Nat. “What?” asked his friend Steve. “Shut up and watch” Nat ordered, passing a bottle to his friend, “and enjoy.” Puzzled Steve looked out of Nat’s bedroom window. He hadn’t realized until now that    Nat’s room looked straight into his neighbour’s bedroom. Moving about he could see Mrs    McPherson sorting through draws and placing items on her bed. “She doesn’t realize that we’re watching,” Nat explained, “Because of the tinting. She    probably thinks I’m still at school.” The two friends watched in silence, occasionally sipping their drinks. Mrs McPherson    stood and stretched. Steve

— — — — — — — — — — — VOLUPTUOUS KAREN -part 1 — — — — — — — — — — — No woman in my life had such a fantastically voluptuous shape as Karen Wray, my college landlady. My eternally ideal object of passion. That she was also supremely refined in the art of seduction, you will agree if you read on. This is a memoir of my first amour with a grown woman. As long as I can remember I have been fascinated by women with voluptuous figures, which necessarily implies very large breasts,

This story all started when I travelled back to my family home to visit my parents during the recent holidays. My aunt who lived in Australia had also planned a trip back and thus I found myself under the same roof with an early 50’s virgin unmarried aunt. With all honesty, my aunt was not a hottie or someone who would make heads turn in public, but I hadn’t seen her in 4 years and for her age, she still looked pretty good. She had dyed red rebonded hair with a slim figure. Her breasts were merely

This happened shortly before my 15th birthday and is something that I can remember clearly even today. One Monday evening Mum arrived home from work with another woman who she introduced as Val. She was from another office but was working with mum for the week and she thought it would be nicer for her to stay with us and use our spare bedroom rather than at a hotel. Dad had agreed and I certainly didn’t object to having another female around the house. Val was in her early thirties, short blonde hair, fairly slim and

I’d like to share an experience I had recently.  I’m a 35 year old woman.  About five and a half feet tall, weighing about 135 pounds.  I’d like to lose about 10 pounds, but my weight is actually pretty well distributed and most people probably wouldn’t think me overweight.  I’m a little top heavy.  I had 36C breasts before my boob job.  And now with my implants, I’m a 38D.  I love having big breasts!  I’m an exhibitionist, and having big breasts gets me lots of looks.  An interesting side effect of my breast enlargement was

–==+==– Miss Barbra was pleased with herself. She had finagled a whole week off from work and planned on spending the entire time at the beach. This was what her Dennis, her son, had asked for his ninth birthday. She was glad to be able to do it. She had felt guilt in the past for the time she spent on the job and she felt like this was a good start in making up for it. They arrived and checked out their room. She was pleased, it was neat and clean.

I was fascinated by panties, or knickers as we call them in the UK, when I was quite young. I even asked my mother if she would buy me some, but of course she wouldn’t! Oh well. I wanted to wear the sort of panties that girls wore at that time (in the 1950s), which were made from soft silky nylon, with firm elastic round the legs, and made in a variety of colors from white, through pink, pale blue, navy blue, red, brown and dark green and others. I had no sisters to ‘borrow’ from,

Synopsis: While spending his summer vacation with his aunt Madge, Timmy gets caught in the embarrassing situation of being discovered wearing her lingerie! She knows he probably won’t quit his little “hobby” but comes up with a unique plan to keep him out of her things for the rest of the summer! “So that’s why the lingerie in my dresser drawers always seem like somebody’s been rummaging through my things!” My aunt said as she undid my pants and pulled them down to reveal I was wearing a pair of her lace trimmed, pink satin panties! 

Although sometimes I can’t believe it myself, this story is completely true! I still get excited when i think about this experience. I hope you like it! When I was a freshman at UMASS I took a Psychology class. It was there that I met my friend Julie who was a Psych major. She used to help me with papers and preparing for tests. We became really good friends. One night we were in her dorm room with two of her friends who were also Psych majors. I had only met them once or twice

My parents hosted a Halloween party this year, and I usually only stay a little while before I go to meet my girlfriend and other friends my age. This year, my girlfriend had to work, so I decided to stick around at my folks party and see what the older people do for fun. Boy was I surprised! Since I wasn’t going anywhere and wouldn’t be driving, my Mom and Dad let me drink “adult beverages” with them and their friends. I was sort of a hit with the crowd, as I had a well known burger

Sonia, I have to tell you one true–no two–short stories about ladies of mine who loved to “shoot” guys into stumbling all over themselves.  One college girlfriend of mine, used to get me such clean windshields by just sitting next to me in my car and separate her knees in her miniskirt in my little Corvair, the guys couldn’t stop cleaning my windshield!  I wonder, why? The other hysterical oone, was in St. Louis, where I was born and raised.  My first wife and I went to a Cardinal baseball game.  She wore the canvas miniskirt she

When I was 15, I was struggling with math class and my mom arranged for an accountant she knew from work to tutor me in private lessons at his nearby house. He was apparently a very busy man, because sometimes he would show up and sometimes he wouldn’t. However, his wife was always home and was always very friendly, kind and courteous. In fact, I was enamored of her… a typical schoolboy crush for an older, very attractive, more sophisticated woman. Even though I had a girlfriend at the time, I’d hang out with her during aborted

I’ve been inspired by stories on this GREAT site to share the following experience from many years ago. Unlike some of the stories I’ve read on here, this absolutely happened and is completely true. I would LOVE to hear stories from others about their “first time”. My first “sexual experience” occurred about twenty years ago, when I was thirteen and a half. It came from out of the blue (no pun intended) when I was spending an afternoon at my cousin’s house. She was sixteen and we weren’t particularly close. She was pretty nerdy (and VERY

Let me tell you my story (it’s true). I’m french so i will surely make some errors. I was 14 and a bit fat. Nobody liked me in my class. I had an English teacher who was in her mid thirties. She had big breasts and wore only white see-through blouse under a blue or black jacket, with a matching skirt. She wore glasses too. Her blouses were always with a V collar or a jacket-like collar (i don’t know how to say). Every body in the class knew about her sheer blouses, because she sometimes

My fetish for slips all started when I was 5 years old. I awoke one night to my first raging hard on. I realized that touching it felt good but my fingers or the sheets just didn’t do it for me. It was about 3:00AM in the morning and I was frantic, my cock sticking out of my underwear bobbing and throbbing. I made my way into the bathroom where the clothes hamper was, shufffling through the clothes I found a pair of my mother’s panties. Rubbing my cock with the back silky area of the

Hi Sonia, I just had a chance to sit down and enjoy your Grocery Shopping photo shoot. The Grocery shopping shoot was very, very sexy. It reminded me of an incident that happen to me when I was younger and worked as a clerk in a grocery store. A beautiful blonde (like you) came into our store dressed in a red blouse, white skirt, coffee brown nylons and white high heels (like your). She walk by me when I was stocking some shelves. I got so nervous watching her that I knocked down 20-30 cans from

Hi there Sonia.  I love your site. My name is Thomas and I love women in their stockings and pantyhose. It all started when I was 12.  My sister-in-law worked for a stocking company.  She would have to wear them and test them out in her home. So that’s what she would do – wear only them and walk around the house see how they hold up to the wear and tear of everyday life.  For a 12 year old boy to see her walk around in the nude, only to have on stocking or

by Slippy Tracy Hunter was a beautiful young wife of five years, married to a very successful young accountant, John.  They had met and fell in love in undergraduate school and tied the knot shortly after John entered Graduate School.  Tracy had a lot of suitors in college but John was the lucky one who won out. Tracy was a very sensual woman.  She was used to the finer things in life though she was not the kind to lord it over anyone.  She was always impeccably dressed and had a figure that would turn the

By Slippy Three nights ago Tracy Hunter was out shopping and headed home when she got an idea what to do about dinner.  Since John was out of town and she didn’t want to go to a lot of fuss, even as hungry as she was, an idea came to her mind that would prove to be one of the best ideas she had in a long time. ” PIZZA!  That’s it,” she thought, “I’ll have a PIZZA!  Humph, maybe I’ll get it with extra pepperoni!” Tracy pulled her sporty little convertible into the Pizza Palace

by Slippy Tracy Hunter was still reliving the day she spent with Ken Pritchard of Prairie Cable over and over in her mind.  She had not heard from Ken since that day and it had already been two weeks.  She doubted she would hear from him again.  She was tempted to call the cable company and report another outage but couldn’t be assured that Ken would be the repairman to come out.   “Oh , well,” she thought, “might as well turn my thoughts to something else.”  However, she just couldn’t get her loneliness out of her

I got the call just after I had closed my Service Station on Saturday night, while I was going over the day’s receipts. I normally don’t answer, but business had been slow and I could use some extra work. Donna Ward, one of my regular customers, was calling from her home about two miles from the station. She told me that her BMW 633 had broken down coming home from the beach and she had gotten a ride home from a friend. She had left the car on Rt. 50 on the other side of the

One of my other favorite locales to flash in is at the tourist spots around town. Well I guess I can tell you I live in the Boston Ma area ( deep in the suburbs ) and this is where my hubby and I do all of our (my) flashing. We usually get in the car on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon when the kids are busy with Music lessons or Chess club and the grandparents agree to pick them up in the late afternoon. This gives my husband and I a lot of time to “go

Tom awoke during the night, he was very cold and his teeth began to chatter. He was disoriented at first and then remembered he was in his aunt’s apartment and he was naked when he went to bed. Not knowing exactly where the light was and not wanting to wake his aunt, he lay on the bed trying to get his bearings. He discovered a window near his bed was wide open and the cool night air made his area of the apartment quite chilly. He quietly closed the window and felt around for something to cover

      Tom was a happy teenager who lived in a city apartment with his mom and dad. He attended Washington Junior High School where he would be graduating in three months. He was captain of the school baseball and basketball teams as well as the debating team. Tom was handsome, athletic, a very good student and was very mature for his age. Although he was very popular with both the boys and the girls in school, he had no steady girl friend but did date frequently.       One Friday night when Tom was eating supper with his

    “And I want you to be in punishment position when Miss Caulder arrives Tommy”. The boy was mortified upon hearing this over the dinner table. His stepsister Julia looked at him and snickered. What his stepmother was saying was that he would have to be totally nude for the visit from his 7th grade teacher tonight.   These punishments began shortly after the death of his father. Whenever his stepmother, Sondra, felt he had misbehaved she would strip off all his clothes and humiliate him somehow.  

Tommy has an owie Part 1- 4   Little Tommy Jenkins was, as they say, not the brightest bulb in the box.  Although this was due more to his strict, religious upbringing, and overly protective mother, than any mental deficiency.  Never the less, he very often gave people the impression that he was much younger than his real age, which was twelve.   Lately he’d been having a problem.  His body, which was not hampered by any outside influences, was starting to respond in a manner quite common to adolescent boys.  To put it in his

I was brought up in a village in Hertfordshire in the 1950s and 60s.  I lived with my mother and sister, my dad having taken off to find some excitement when I was quite small.  My sister Sally was about a year older than me.  Sally tended to look down on me, both because of her age and the fact that I was a mere male!  Mum, while she was very kind, was very Victorian in her outlook.  She tended to regard any discussing of sexual matters, almost anything below the belt, as rather dirty, and never tried to

The young blonde wife stood in front of her dressing mirror contemplating her marriage. Her husband had always been loving during their two years together, however of late, he had been a little preoccupied, and had even gone as far as totally giving up making love with her. Her own sexual drives had not diminished in the slightest, and after the last few weeks of trying to seduce him had failed, she was beginning to think he was sleeping with someone else. “Ellen! I’m working late tonight”, her husband called from the kitchen where he was breakfasting.

I lived in an apartment building in New Jersey when I was 12 years old. My bedroom window looked across an alley to the bedroom window of apartment 3B which was occupied by an older heavy set woman of about 58. She wasn’t anything special but she was the first woman I saw naked, she was also the first woman I saw masturbate and the first woman who ever let me touch and lick her. It all started one night when I woke up in the middle of the night and saw the light on in

***Need House to Share:*** ***Woman and teenage son.*** ***Please call 555-1234*** Tommy and his mother Pat had moved in with Mrs. Carol three months ago. Mrs. Carol quickly called Pat after seeing her ad in the paper. When they came over she told Pat the rent was half what she had originally intended to ask. The reason was Tommy. The teenage boy was simply adorable and she wanted him under her roof. Pat jumped at the chance to rent space in her lovely Victorian home, and Mrs. Molly Carol seemed like such a nice, benign older

This is a true story, although it happened many years ago, I remember it as though it was yesterday. Only minor details have been changed to protect identities. It happened to me when I was 21. I was still living at home with my parents at the time. My sister (Kelly) who is 3 years older than me, left home and got married (to Eddie) at the age of 17. Kelly had a gorgeous little girl called Amy who was 4 years old. I often visited my sister on a Saturday afternoon to see my niece

I have had many experiences of public exhibitionism over the years and I would like to share them with you all. The women in my life have not always been willing to expose themselves in public but have usually found that after the initial embarrassment they find it quite a turn on and are more than willing to repeat the experience. I’ll not record these in any particular sequence, just as they come to mind. I was married to Pat for around 10 fairly happy years. During this time we experimented widely with just about

Felicia liked to sleep in late and she awakened at her usual hour with plenty of time to get to work.  She was still a little drowsy and was thinking about Eddie’s cock.  She reached over to the bedside table and found the dildo that Sally had given her.  She began to kiss it and then looked at it admiringly.  She began to get turned on so she sucked on it and practiced her deep throat.  “This cock is so beautiful,” she thought.  She put it inside her pussy and brought herself to an orgasm

The week following Gladys’ party Felicia called Sally.  She wanted to have coffee and talk so Sally arranged a meeting at the usual coffee shop next to the interstate.  It was Felicia’s day off so they met when Sally was on the way home from work.  Felicia arrived first and Sally met her at a table in the back.  They made small talk for a while and got to know each other better. “It seems like you had something specific on your mind, Felicia,” said Sally. “Yes, I really do,” replied Felicia.  “I feel I

It was Saturday and Sally had arranged a birthday celebration for Gladys at her condo.  They both agreed that it would be nicer and have more room than Sally’s apartment.  Gladys was not the partying type with loud noise and everything so she really wanted a nice sexy time with her close friends. Sally had bought a few things for her but she wanted to get something special at the lingerie store.  When Sally arrived, Marie greeted her but was helping another customer.  Sally browsed around until Marie finished and came over to her.  They

The morning was free and Eddie said, “Let’s go shopping.  I have some things in mind.” “That sounds great,” said Yvette.  They made coffee and had some rolls with Yvette dressed in just her garterbelt and stockings with her breasts bare. Eddie dressed Yvette in a short lavender skirt over her suntan stockings and white lace garterbelt.  “Let’s try a natural nipples bra today,” said Eddie as he found a bright red lace one in the lingerie drawer.  “And then this white blouse.”  It was buttoned down the front and was very revealing.  It was

It was Friday and Eddie and Yvette had made plans for dinner.  Yvette had been teasing Eddie all afternoon.  She was wearing a natural nipples bra under her uniform and with what little Eddie could see through the fabric, he could imagine the rest and constructed a full view of Yvette’s breasts and nipples.  Then he caught her with her skirt up adjusting her stockings when she was sure that no one besides Eddie could see her. Eddie arrived early at Yvette’s apartment and knocked on the door.  “Come In,” said Yvette.  Eddie opened the

Eddie’s 25th birthday was coming up soon and Yvette talked to Sally to see what they could come up with to please him the most.  They decided that a party staying in and cooking would be something he would like because he certainly gets enough restaurant food and he doesn’t cook much for himself. “Why don’t we ask Gladys if we can have it at her place?” said Sally. “That sounds like the best idea, said Yvette.  I hear she has a fabulous condo.” “Yes, she does.  I’ll do the asking,” said Sally.  “I know

Yvette fit right in at work but she didn’t get to talk to Eddie much that week.  The following weekend she and Sally went shopping again and Yvette’s wardrobe began to fill out.  She was more comfortable with stockings all the time and began to really enjoy their feel.  She still wanted to apologize to Eddie because she felt that he was avoiding her a little.  Late that afternoon she passed Eddie in the hallway and neither of them seemed in a hurry right then. “Oh Eddie,” said Yvette.  “Didn’t you go to State University?”

  by Stocking Smitten Too Sally arranged to go shopping with Yvette after work later in the week.  They were still in their uniforms and it was evening when they went to the mall and it was crowded.  Sally found the lingerie store and sure enough, Marie was there to help and greeted Sally as she came in the store.  “Hi Sally.” “High Marie,” said Sally.  “This is my friend Yvette.  She is just beginning her wardrobe so we will be needing your help.” “Why don’t you browse a while until Yvette gets to know her way

Sally was as good as her word about spending time with Eddie.  She was really fond of him but by being eight years older than he, and her relationship with Dr. Hart, she kept him at a sort of distance, even though they had a very active sex life.  It really came down to a simple thing.  Sally loved having sex with Eddie.  He had a gentleness that she loved and also that excited her on a level that she had not known before, at least not with a man. The arrangement went on for

It was Monday and Sally arrived at work at her usual time.  There had been a rumor that there was a new nurse on the staff that was supposed to start work today.  By 10:00 a.m. Dr. Hart made the rounds of the clinic with the new hire in tow and found Sally in the utility room.  “Sally, this is our new nurse Eddie,” Gladys exclaimed.  “Sally knows all the procedures and routines here so she will be helping you a lot.  Eddie just graduated from training and is working on his Master’s degree at

The next day was Saturday and Gladys and Sally slept in, resuming their pleasures.  When they finally awakened, Sally said, “Let’s go shopping today.” “Sounds good,” replied Gladys. “But first I want to dress you,” said Sally. “Only if I can dress you too,” said Gladys.  “I get to pick out what you wear, Sally.  Here, sit on the bed so I can put on your stockings.”  Sally sat down and Gladys slowly wrapped a black lace garterbelt around her waist.  Then she put her fingers in the long black stockings and pulled them up

As Sally left the treatment room, she put her hand to her mouth as if to blow a kiss to Dr. Hart.  They both smiled at each other as Sally closed the door with Dr. Hart still inside. In just a few minutes, Sally entered the treatment room again and locked the door behind her.  Gladys had just taken off her blouse and was ready to unbutton her skirt when Sally came over to her and they clenched together in each other’s arms, kissing each other intensely on the mouth.  “Here, let’s get this uniform

We open the scene in the early morning of a non-descript February weekday, in a house 90 minutes outside of Boston Time was just 6am. James and Wendy were in the kitchen, The Television was on the local new show the hosts were asking the weather guy about today “A picture perfect day ahead folks details at 17 minutes after the hour.” Wendy was dressed for the day. So Wendy was organizing the kids things for school, She was so busy that she didn’t notice that James Sr. was wearing a long Tee shirt

 I worked in a local grocery store as a stock boy for some time.  It was off the ocean, and many times during the hot August days, women would come through  wearing assorted cover-ups over their swimwear.  Most you would look at and not give a second glance.  Others had nice bodies, but covered them up.  This one customer, however, never came in wearing swimwear, but very short mini skirts with high heels and tight tops.  She was a lady that would sometimes bring in her children, and sometimes her husband.  But, nonetheless, I loved her

By Bob  My parents were away for a few days leaving me in charge of the house.  Being a teenaged boy in the late sixties living on a cattle farm during Christmas break didn’t inspire me to think of wild parties or naked orgies.  Tending to the livestock and painting the living room walls as a surprise for my mother before Christmas was the order of my freedom.  I’d busied myself clearing the room preparing to paint.  When all the cracks in the plaster had been scraped out I went to the basement looking for

First of all, I am not some super-endowed stud who can perform sexual feats of porn-star proportions. I am fairly normal in size, but maybe thicker and with a large penis head. This attribute has lead some partners that I have been with to say that I am well-endowed, something that 5 minutes of viewing adult video proves to be false. However, if there has been one part of my physical sexuality that has intriqued some women in the past, is the intensity, volume, and distance of my ejaculations. Thus, since I live in a