Thanksgiving
* Danny “Danny, are you sure you have all the emergency numbers?” my mom asked as she ushered my two kid sisters into the car. “Don’t worry, mom, I’ll be OK,” I said waving back to her as she got in herself. “It will only be a couple of hours until dad gets home anyway.” That was the plan. Mom’s part of the plan was taking Pam and Amy to my aunt’s house for the Thanksgiving weekend early, and I would wait at home for dad to get home from work
My First Exposure (part 1)
———————————————– This story is woven around an old friend’s fantasy she shared with me over a span of nearly 30 years. ———————————————– Like a lot of women, I’ve had some fantasies during my 40+ years, but had never had the opportunity or nerve to live any of them until Mike took me for a fantastic massage last month. I ended up feeling physically great and so very excited that I was nude under my towel as Mike watched another man give me a really professional massage. But
Little Bobby’s Problem (part 3)
CHAPTER 3 OFF TO THE CLINIC Ellen quickly grabbed up her silk nightgown, and, after wrapping Bobby in it, she hustled the boy outside, and into her Firebird. Having draped him in the passenger seat, she hurriedly locked the house and climbed into the driving seat. Oh boy, was she ever in the driving seat! Her mind was a whirl, an incendiary mixture of so many things: there were the memories of her old employer Ruth Lessmilker, and the disgraceful, sordid procedures which eventually led to the doctor being expelled
Just a Peek
It was just a normal lunch hour; I was in the park looking for a place to eat my sack lunch. I was not searching for sun or shade or a view of the greenery, I was hoping to find a seat where I might get a glimpse up a young ladies skirt. I know it sounds sick and I guess it is but nothing turns me on more than to peek where I’m not supposed to look. I ended up across from a rather frumpy woman sitting on a
Helen’s Hot Boy Lusts
The Summer heat hung deep on the small town of Riversdale and young 12 yr old Randy could not wait to finish his summer lawn mowing job at Mrs Henderson’s. He had been hired to mow the grass twice a week but sometimes wondered why they had not hired an older boy because he was still quite small and struggled on the uphill parts of the lawn. Randy was a perfect specimen of a boy – lithe and almost girlishly beautiful with blonde hair in a center parting and golden bangs over his forehead. Just 5′ 2″ tall and about
Auntie Val
Like a lot of English lads, my introduction to what lay below a woman’s clothes came through the good photography of Mayfair magazine, a very popular British men’s magazine and, in my view, a British rival to Playboy. Mayfair sourced photographs from some of the best British photographers of the day and had some of the prettiest British girls at their (naked) best. Some of the biggest names in British modeling appeared on its pages: Jane Warner, Kirsten Imrie, Sam Johnson, and others. The magazine – which was in a similar format to