Petting Stories

A crew of an American strategic bomber navigate the wilds of Siberia after civilization is annihilated in global nuclear war

Clementine never thought she would get caught up in the lust for gold that all the silly miners seemed under the spell of. Still, there were a lot more ways of gathering the yellow stuff than digging for it.

My shameful use of bananas to break my step-sister into kinky things changed her forever.

This little vignette is a love story. It forms part of a sequel (a work in progress) to "Sarah's Honeymoon," but it stands alone. It takes place almost twenty-five years after Sarah and Matt met on the island. A lot has happened since then. Be aware there is some brief oral mm and cross-dressing, nothing serious, so please check the codes before you read. "Sarah's Honeymoon" is posted here on SOL and is a free download from the usual booksellers online.

Barry turns the tables on our surprise for him by inviting several of our play mates to his birthday/National Nude Day party. He finally gets to see and touch my wife as does everyone else. Lots of oral sex.

Dinner with Ali and her husband becomes teasing and secrets. He shows us her and his nude photos and more. He stripes her after an accident and has Al finger her while he and Al's wife watch.

Professor M. moves in with landlady Mrs. G. and becomes obsessed with her nymphet daughter Dolly who is "Lolita" forever in the middle-aged man's mind and thoughts.

He had met her once. She was of barely average height, but she gave the impression that she was looking down on him. He remembered feeling embarrassed, as if he had failed her in some way. It's not as if she were a great beauty or simmeringly sexy in some way. No, Della was as non-descript as they come, a brunette with nothing particularly attractive about her. But the memory was indelible. And now, God only knows why, he had agreed to take her to dinner.

[FAIR WARNING: this is ALL tease... that's my thing. If that's not your thing, don't read it. Sorry. Thanks.] A brother and his younger sister find a way to entertain themselves under a blanket during a long drive with the grandparents and mom.

I really am a good guy. It just seems like young girls keep throwing themselves at me. Who am I to argue with them?