"Learning the forbidden joys of female sexuality"
Senior year at Pine Creek Academy. An unfamiliar local number flashes on my cell-phone screen. ”Hi, Mary. It’s Wendy!” Someone has the wrong number. But the voice is pleasantly feminine with a familiar intonation. "Yes. This is Mary,” I tease....
"You’ve never met a cougar like Jillian. Pray you never do…"
"Could you help me with my camera?" she asked. I was trying to pull the fog-shrouded pylons of the Golden Gate Bridge into focus on the ground glass of my old view-camera. As if by magic, Jillian's lithe silhouette emerged...
"The sexual awakening of a sheltered girl has an unanticipated climax…"
“I can’t,” Sally told me. “I promised Fred.” I was confused. Two weeks ago we’d fucked our brains out. “I thought you already auditioned every guy on campus, and found them all wanting.” The campus in question was an obscure...
"''Are you sure?'' she asked. ''I don't mind sucking you off.''"
A cheap liquor store like a dozen others in the West Village. Except as I pushed the door open, a small hand reached out and pulled me back onto the sidewalk. "Will you buy me a bottle of Grey Goose?"...
"Nothing prepared me for this..."
I was born with an ear for music. Even after football practice derailed my formal flute lessons, I learned a couple of new pieces every year. By the time I turned seventeen, I had a self-taught repertoire ranging from gospel...
"It wasn't Tracy, but Tracy's Mom who watched me intently from the darkness"
Our Summer cottage in Western PA was the setting for many of my early erotic adventures. One in particular will be forever etched in my memory. It began the day I overheard my Mom gossiping about the family that had...
"''Feel me,'' she whispered, guiding my fingertips between her legs"
Junior year I transferred to Pine Creek Academy, a private school where the tuition was more than the average annual income back home. PCA was known for its gothic architecture, serious academics, and liberal outlook. Anyone 16 years old with an...
"They had a pact to share everything–including me"
They weren't exactly international supermodels. Mary, Patty, Barbara and Donna were Freshman roommates making the best of an overcrowded dorm. I met Donna at a mixer the first weekend of our Freshman year. Within an hour we were naked. Donna...
"A true story from the early days of MSN voice chat"
The conversation was polite but nuanced. At least she was picking up on my double entendres. When we exchanged photos, I nearly fell off my bed. She'd be considered a knockout in any part of the world. I told her...
"I've seen videos of women who cum like a firehose. For Sis, it's more like a meteorological event."
My little Sister turns the key and swings open the door to her room at State U. I'm astonished by what I see. One wall is devoted to photos that Manda has taken of me--hundreds of them. They're dominated by...