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First of all I will appreciate for providing such a place where we can convey our feelings and private lives to each other. This was the desibaba, which changed my life and opened me the world of pleasure. It was three months ago, until I was a complete virgin. Being in the strict Pakistani society, Up till the age of 27 I had never even touched a girl. But with the courtesy I finally got rid of my virginity. Before starting I must tell u that I don’t know about other stories but this is my true story. First I will introduce my self. My name is……..Well just let it…

A few weeks ago I got an email. I didn’t recognize the sender’s name. It was from someone named Kirk. The email said, “Hi, I’ve read some of your stories on “Literotica” and I really have enjoyed them. I saw the link to your email and decided to contact you. I see that you live in Arkansas. My wife and I live in Florida but I travel to your area for business a few times a year. I’ve attached a few pictures of my wife. I’d love to get your thoughts on her.” Attached to the email were three pictures. I opened the first picture to find a very attractive…

Just a little note before we begin, no one in this story is under 18. *** The sun was setting on another beautiful day. She walked along the beach; the sand under her feet, still felt warm from the hot sun. Couples holding hands never noticed her pass; the seagulls glanced her way only briefly, she held interest as a source of food but they quickly moved on when they realized she didn’t have any. Walking on this lonely stretch of beach, the wind gently caressed her hair. Her loose clothing concealed a taut athletic body. She found a spot and sat, watching the sun settle into the water and…

This is a fictional account with everyone over eighteen. The next day, I pretty much hung around the house, but I kept looking out the window trying to see Anna or Penny when she got home or Penny came over. I don’t know why, or what I even would have said, but I knew I wanted to see Anna again to thank her. At school Monday, I ran into Pete and Zach. They were still calling my party the best ever. I learned more details about how Penny’s pink panties looked and how she had pressed her tits against Zach’s arm once. Pete claimed that at one point her face…

College school was an interesting time. I was never popular, and very shy. But high school was over and things couldn’t be more different to how they are now. If anything, I was glad to be largely invisible. It meant I was left alone. But it did have down sides; no one knew me, I was an enigma to most people. I did find myself with a close group of friends that did include me in class – not the popular kid but the kid that everyone knew of but didn’t actually know. Then, there was Katy. Whilst at school she changed the way I looked at girls. When she…

All characters engaging in sexual activities are over the age of 18 * College is supposed to be a place where people go to take the next step in their careers. People go there sometimes fresh out of high school and sometimes later in life to gain the knowledge to better their station in life. Blake went as the former. He had graduated high school easy enough and college was going to be the next step in his educational growth. Blake Morris didn’t consider himself anything special. He worked out, he jogged every morning and he kept himself well groomed. He was a good looking man by the day’s standards…

Coeds Kathryn M. Burke Della Shortridge had a problem. She was in many ways in the prime of life: thirty-eight, with a good job as an associate professor of English at a prestigious liberal arts college (which we shall leave nameless) in Ohio, and the wife of an accomplished and handsome husband, Joseph McHenry, who was forty-one and also taught in the English Department. They had met eight years ago, when Della had been hired, and a year later they were married. Della had to admit that the seven years of their marriage had been fabulous. She and Joseph seemed to be on the same wavelength—intellectually, politically, emotionally, and in…

“Shit,” I whispered to myself as I re-read the comments on my term paper. I was sitting on the steps outside my dorm, smoking. It was late October and the leaves had changed; they burned red and orange against a sky the color of my cigarette ashes. I looked up, but didn’t see them. Christian, my American Lit. professor, had handed the term paper back to me just an hour before. He’d stood blocking the door at the end of class, waving the big stack of essays in one bony hand as we all crowded in to grab ours and go. “Let me just remind you all that these grades…

I’m sitting here, in the warm living room of the house I’ve owned since my teens, watching the wind-tossed late-autumn leaves blowing hell-for-leather across the frosted pool cover. Ever since I buried my wife just after Labor Day, I have been sitting here with my mind constantly reeling backward through the years, touching on the events of my life. Someday soon I’m going to have to get up off my ass and go back to living, but for now, I’m stuck on repeat, reliving memories of things long past. Today, as has become usual, the memories were triggered by random elements of my surroundings. The pool, though covered up and…

Day 1. Father Thomas approached the convent. Fresh out of the seminary, newly ordained, he had been ordered by his bishop to spend a month here in retreat as final preparation for his first parish work. He didn’t think he needed any more preparation but he had just taken a vow of obedience and he wasn’t about to argue with his authoritarian bishop over his first command. Pulling the old fashioned bell on the side of the high wooden gate, he looked around. The walls surrounding the convent were high and forbidding; he certainly was going to have time for prayer and contemplation here. After a few moments, the gate…