True Story Stories

Obviously at the time of this entry I wasn't a "tween" in the sense of being eleven or twelve years old. Actually I'd just turned sixteen. "Tween" in this instance describes the phase of my life between when I first started having sex and when it became more than just me and the boys at school. Sleepovers were something I always loved and none were better than the ones I shared with my very best friend in the whole world - Beth.

Since I wrote 'Lost Wife' I've been thinking about the stories my wife told me all those years ago. Now I think there was more than a grain of truth in all of them. So I wrote the story about the three guys in the Supermarket car park, then the fine tit fucks she gave at her office Christmas do, and lastly the three guys on the back seat of someone's car

Nisha is stranded in a rental with two strangers.

Wife Sue wants to show off her new, gossamer silk panty to a house party. She forgets to wear it and shows off anyway.

On her five-foot-six frame, that looked good. Her ass was nice—round and reasonably firm, and her boobs stuck out nice and firm. They were perfect globes that looked good. She knew from the compliments she always received that there was no problem in that area.

An old man reminisces about a young lady he met in college, and the special evenings.