Women at a girls night out have fun telling their first romance tales but on her turn Christina chickens out of telling of her real first love and tells of her first boyfriend instead. Read here as she secretly remembers how she met a 14 year old girl on holiday when she was the same age, and see how the two discovered the new sensations of sapphic first love and intense sexual feelings for each other. Her real first love.
By happenstance, a visitor to his hometown sees an obituary of a woman once his paper route customer; he goes to the funeral and is able to provide a next-of-kin the answer to a question that she thought would never be answered.
A true story that tells the tale of a horny SOL author and what happens when he visits a lingerie boutique in Chicago. It details the seduction of a young, innocent 19 yo married angel who's swept off her feet. And who's her other boyfriend? Her brother?
This is not a combat story, but a recounting of the activities of my father, a transport driver, and his friends in the Australian Army during World War 2. It's the incidents and events they talked about over a drink when they got together to remember the old days. Most are funny, in many ways, and some are frightening. They convey what they did to stay sane, and also why they were there. Included is the poetry by the author, nearly all of which was written whilst on active service. 24,900 words
A Driftwood on Memory's River...Story (3) Home is the Sailor...tells the sweet endearing story of a long ago far away love. Two people, who were swept up in the maelstrom of a terrible War'"yet even over the passage of Time they never forgot nor lost that first love...they felt for each other.
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When I find that my boyfriend's roommate is attracted to me, I start to play a game of letting see a little skin to see what he'll do. I pretend to not be aware of what I'm showing him though. The game escalates until I'm no longer in control of the situation. It all happens in their apartment early in the morning over breakfast as my boyfriend sleeps in the next room.
This is the account of a young man whom I had the pleasure of knowing. Most of the story is true, though the names have been altered. Anyone living in the Loch Sport area would recognise 'Lennie' and his family, they are great friends and I write this in appreciation of their friendship. Originally posted on Fine Stories