True Story Stories

A collection of chapters that describe how I became the teen slut that I am today through rape by my friend's dad and encounters with much older strangers

Includes Cover Illustration; Jo-Anne uses this story as justification to share her first “glam” photograph with readers– taken when she was barely twenty.

The old ‘Dare you to lick that frozen mailbox’ trick.

This story is based on our actual experience, only being altered slightly to make it flow nicely for the reader. I'm happy to discuss the methods should anyone be looking to so corrupt their own wife's sexual morals.

An accounting of what my wife told me she and her ex did a couple times during their visits to a swing club....

Chapter 1: A Sex Marathon With A Pretty Stranger - Ski Instructor - I had Only Known For A Couple Of Hours On A road Trip To Sandpoint ID. Sex in A Public Washroom And Car Sex At A Rail Road Crossing. Chapter 2: Romantic sex with another gorgeous stranger a day later in Sun Valley. Multiple orgasms in quick succession.

I slightly open my mom's pandora's box of sexual desire.

Anyone can be popular if you're a cheerleader with a killer body - about 1% of the female population. What about the rest? A leading cause of teenage girl angst is feeling "unpopular". That was me until Steve became my boyfriend and took my virginity. I didn't have sex with anyone else until he moved away. Then I started having fun with other boys. After a lifetime of being just "one of those girls" all the guys wanted to date me. Being popular is easy when you're a slut!