Scrapbook of an Exchange Student in Germany Notebook III - by Ken Ladder September - October 1997 Introduction I wrote this story on my portable PC. Aside from the Diary, there are texts called " Scrapbook " written a few days or weeks after the facts. I also glued in significant letters, copies of mine, cards, pictures, etc.. Sunday, September 22, 1997 Scrapbook (cont.) I had...
Scrapbook of an Exchange Student in Germany Note IV - by Ken Ladder November 1997 Introduction I wrote this story on my portable PC. Aside from the Diary, there are texts called « Scrapbook » written a few days or weeks after the facts. I also glued in significant letters, copies of mine, cards, pictures, etc.. Diary Letter from Sis Dear Ken, I miss you so...
Scrapbook of an Exchange Student in Germany Notebook I - by Ken Ladder September 1997 Introduction I wrote it on my portable PC. Aside from the Diary, there are texts ”Scrapbook” that are fillers that I wrote a few days or weeks after the facts. I also glue in significant letters, copies of mine, cards, pictures, etc. “Blankenese, Germany, September 2, 1997 ...
Rick shed his clothes quickly and stepped over to the bed where David and Chuck were now both laying. He crawled between their naked bodies and looked back in my direction. “What are you waiting for?” he whispered loudly at me. I guess my hesitation appeared kind of strange, but my mind was still processing these two revelations in the same number of days. I snapped out of my...
As his towel fell off his gorgeous body, his wonderful, humongous, hairy cock flopped out and hit me directly in the lip, leaving a good amount of precum on my upper lip and cheeks. He reached down to his big wiener and started slapping me in the face with it. He was saying, “You like that now don't you, you little whore." Then he told me to go get a measuring tape. When I...
I took s short step forward and was met by two hands, drawing me inward. The three of us were suddenly exploring each other’s upper bodies, tongues searching, licking, kissing, circling and exploring each other’s mouths, chests, ears, pecs with drunken urgency. The aroma of male sweat mixed with the odor of beer and the scintillating puffs of hot, gulping breaths felt wonderful when...
The rest of the week went entirely too fast. I wasn’t sure just how to pull off this coming weekend. Part of me eagerly awaited David’s familiar and wonderfully appreciating and welcoming body and intimate kinship, yet I was apprehensive with regard to Chuck. Hey I had to LIVE with this guy for at least the rest of this semester and in close quarters of our dorm room, not to ...
Chrissy and Alex had been writing back and forth over E-mail for some weeks. Teasing and flirting. Getting each other interested and hot. They both lived in the same city but hadn't met yet, preferring to keep it safe and online, however they were both beginning to feel like there might be some interesting reasons to get together in person. In his last e-mail Alex had promised Chrissy...
Within just a few days, Chuck and I had become amazingly close friends. Our interests were similar, and we even had an Organic Chemistry class together, and had opted for the same lab as well. We weren’t lab partners, but Chuck’s lab station was only one row away, and I could easily look through the shelving and watch his progress. His lab partner was a real dork. It was kind of a...
As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read it, touch it, lick it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or even stand near it. If you do read it, send any comments to: zxcvbnm21@hotmail.com I am interested in any feedback, critiques, or reviews. I have an idea for a sequel to this...
My body answered that question almost before I could formulate it. I could masturbate. In fact, I HAD to masturbate. As the voice had said to me, the more sex I had, the hornier I became. After last night, I knew that I would now be on a VERY short fuse, and that short fuse had been burned away by my male mind seeing my preposterous female proportions in the mirror. I must...
It was my first dance class, and I was nervous, but the idea of wearing nylon tights in public and seeing other men in them up close was too thrilling to pass up. I have had a fetish about tights for years, and cycling and running allowed me to engage in it without suspicion. But the thick nylon supplex material was a poor substitute for the delicate, clinging nylon of ballet ...
Well, there wasn’t much to be said about Saturday night TV programming. We soon found ourselves ignoring the tube and just talking. It started out innocent enough, but soon the subject turned to our expanded ‘friendship’. I wasn’t sure how to read David, whether he was feeling sort of guilty about the past couple of days, or if he was worried about what may be going through my mind. ...
Saturday morning was a day for running errands, getting a haircut, and hitting the grocery store. It was about 1 PM by the time I drove up the driveway with the backseat filled with bags of groceries, having filled mom’s list successfully. As I walked in with the first armload sundries, mom told me David had called earlier and that he had to work the full day, but he’d probably be...
Wet Experimentation, Part 2 After arriving home, I headed into the den and watched some TV with the family, caught the late evening news, and headed off to bed. I couldn’t help thinking about David and the wildly wonderful events of the night. My dick stirred and tingled while I recalled our activities. But soon, probably due to the beers and the sex, I dropped off to sleep. All...
Wet Experimentation, Part 3 By the time we were ready to head out for some lunch and then take in a movie, the rain and drizzle had stopped and the sun had broken through the clouds here and there, and it was well on its way to being a hot and muggy Midwestern type summer day. David and I hit a local diner and had the local lunch special, which was actually very good and it...
Thinking back several years, I’m not exactly sure just how I got interested in getting wet and then getting off. I guess it may have started as a kid peeing in the bathtub water on a Saturday night, or the fun of pissing in my swim trunks while wading waist deep in the lake or at the beach. Just letting it go while looking at the rest of the beachgoers—who had no idea what I was...
Hi my name is Angela I'm 30 years old, 5'4", long blonde hair, blue eyes and wear a size 36-D cup. I am a very sexual woman. Most men think I am very sexy and love my shapely figure. I really enjoy teasing & exciting others and watching the look on their face just before I am going to blow their mind. I always enjoyed making others feel something I have often fantasized about using...
There was that same avoidance after our second amazing night of perverse debauchery. By the time I woke up, stiff and sore, on the living room carpet, Helen had cleaned herself up and was her normal old self again and acted like nothing had happened. To tell the truth, I was thankful. I'd done and said things to her I was deeply ashamed of. I'd treated a smart, beautiful woman I...
I have to give Helen credit. She never once broke her promise not to act slutty in secret any more. Maybe that's part because I was so hooked on the game myself that I never let more than a month or so pass without silently handing her the key to the storeroom. She knew what to do with it. And it usually happened more than once a month, to tell the truth. It was only the day...
There are few things that I love more than women's sports. Not for the competition, mind you. Not for the freedom it embodies, either. Not for the excitement or the love of the game. No, I like it solely for the sex appeal. There is nothing that gets me, as a man, more aroused than the bodies of women, their bodies glistening with sweat, their uniforms tightly clinging to their ...
The phone rang and I picked up. It was Rick from the custom leather shop. "Your boots and shorts are ready for final fitting and polish. If you can stop by tonight after closing I can have them ready right away." It seemed odd that Rick would want to work after closing but I assumed that he just didn't want the bother of customers while doing a final fitting. "Sure, I'll stop...
It was right after the big game and I was coming back with my friend Mike in my car. We took a rarely used street to cut things short but little did I know that the bad weather made the road muddy and we soon got stuck. It was cold and we had been drinking a bit so we just waited before we tried to get ourselves out of the predicament. Mike has been someone I enjoyed spending time...
I had been working away all week, when I got back home Friday night I read my mail then got my messages from the phone. There was one from my neighbour asking me to go over Saturday afternoon after two; I now knew his name "Howard Good". I had not been able to make up my mind whether to go or not, but hearing his invitation I decided to go. Saturday afternoon came; I had bathed,...
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