By Michelle M. Graduating from a very elite law school, landed a position with a marketing firm, which did a lot of business south of the border. During my interview, some of the plusses that helped me land the position were, I spoke Spanish perfectly, since my mom was born in Bolivia. Also, I had darker skin, looking more like my mom than my Caucasian dad and I’m sure the fact I have double D tits, along with nipples that
Read moreBy Story Teller 101. My husband Barry and I (Stella) were a boring couple for our marriage’s first couple of years. We started to experiment after one drunken night at a party which turned into a fuck fest. We found that we enjoyed playing around, and it certainly brightened up our own time together. Sharing stories of that night made us realize that we could have sex with other people, and it did not affect the way we felt about
Read moreBy Story Teller 101. My sister, Angie, rang me and said she and her husband were going away for the weekend and I could come and stay in the house while they were away. There had been break-ins in the neighborhood, and they were worried. Also, they needed someone to look after their dog, Monty. I was still living at home, so I said yes. It was a chance to at least be on my own, if only for a
Read moreBy Story Teller 101. My journey started when I met and started dating Adam. His family owned a stud farm on the outskirts of town. I (Rita) met him at a friend’s birthday party. He was 6’ tall, broad shoulders, and handsome. But the main interest was that I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time, and I lonely. I saw him several times around town before and after that night. One day we ran into each other in the
Read moreBy Ms. Pom Pom. I’m 18 and still a virgin. It’s probably because puberty seemed to have passed me by. I’m fairly slender and still built ‘straight up and down.’ I am basically flat-chested, I have Hershey kiss-sized puffy nipples but not much else, and I don’t wear a bra (why would I?). I don’t have much in the pubes department, either, just a few stray red whisps. Boys don’t look at me as much more than a little girl,
Read moreBy EatingFromDownUnder. My name is Jane, and I’m the average everyday country bumpkin riding horses going to rodeos drinking rum sculling beers. So that’s me, and to think I can do all this at the age of 17, as you already know, I’m a rouge cowgirl. I lost my virginity to some bogan guy in the back of his ute when I was 15, and between then and now, I’ve been laid at almost every rodeo I go to that’s
Read moreBy Maria. My name is Maria, and I just saw a story that Carol posted. I also see her husband’s name is Rocky, and I think this is more than just a coincidence. The story she wrote about her fucking her dog brings back lots of memories. It was about twenty years ago when I met Rocky. He’s gorgeous, and all the women loved him because he also has a heart of gold. I was twenty, and he was thirty,
Read moreBy Story Teller 101. I am Amanda. I am 25yo, single (by choice), and employed as a Financial Analyst in an Accounting firm where I have worked for 3 years. My Manager is Peter Mathews, and he is, to put it bluntly, a total sleaze. I have lost count of the number of times I have caught him peeving at me and making sexist remarks. I have thought about resigning, but I enjoy most of my work, and it affords
Read moreBy Story Teller 101. Christine and I (Marvin) have been married for three years. I was 23, and she was 22. We lived with my parents and finally bought a house in the same town. We were delighted to be out on our own and celebrated by having sex in every room. Nothing wild and weird, just straight sex. We soon realized that most of the people in our street had been there for decades. It was like an old
Read moreBy Sheela B. Mary heads instinctively for her favorite hiding place, a small open area padded with soft green grass and surrounded by a wild profusion of bushes. She always feels secure here, not because the site is inaccessible, but because she’s able to hear people coming long before they can see her. She flops onto the grass, her knees drawn up, and cradles her head in her hands, hoping the whirling confusion in her mind will somehow quiet down.
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