I need to tell this all to someone. So, I’ll just start: I am thirteen and two months, my name is Francine, or just Fran. I’m in the eighth grade and I am “sexually active” as they might say on Dr. Phil. I live with Father. Mother died four months ago of cancer. It was really bad – ugly – I hate everything in the world to do with cancer. And I think a lot of bad doctors are making big money off of it without really trying to do anything to cure it or keep it from happening. I am 5 feet tall, and I weigh 97 pounds butt naked. Father told me about this site, because I asked him some questions about sex, and I have read a lot of stories. I got real depressed after Mother left us and my therapist recommended masturbation for some reason. Well, I watch some of the videos and get off, but it is the stories that I like the best because my imagination in picturing the events is better than videos. Father is pretty sharp about some things, I guess. So I got an account and decided to tell my story. After Mother died, I leaned on Father pretty hard. I would sneak into his bed after he went to sleep, just so I could have him near. In the mornings, he would hold me and tell me that it was all right if I did this and that he understood. I liked the being held part best of all. More and more, I would ask if I could start out the night sleeping beside him. He let me. Over time, maybe a month or so, I would cuddle right up against him as though I were cold. One night however, it all …
The Night That Changed My Life Forever
My name is Becky and this is my story. I’m 29 years old. I have a master’s degree in business administration. I was a serious student and was on the Dean's List every semester, unlike my friend Sally. Sally was always more interested in partying than college, she was with a new guy every couple of weeks. In my final semester I met Jonathan. We married shortly after graduation and have been together for the past 7 years. Before we were married Jonathan and I had sex a few times and although it was not very satisfying, I just assumed that it would get better and more frequent after we were married. Jonathan is a wonderful husband; he frequently brings me flowers, and takes me out to dine at the finest restaurants. When he comes back from a trip he always brings me an expensive gift. One of my favorites is diamond studded ear rings. He is always telling me how much he loves me, and showed it in many ways. Our sex life, however, is another story. It started out disappointing and only got worse. Jonathan thinks that sex once a month is normal, and when we do make love, it is never satisfying for me. Jonathan frequently climaxes as soon as he enters me and only ejects one or two small drops of semen. As a result I never got pregnant, not that I really cared all that much. Jonathan has never able to give me an orgasm. It is not my fault. I frequently masturbate bringing my self to a wonderful climax. I tried wearing sexy outfits around the house, and have a closet full of sexy …
Nympho Mom
### More free sex stories here – No sign up required ### http://colcionero.eadulthost.com Tiffany Dawson stepped into the therapist's office of a walk-in clinic on a rainy Monday afternoon after work. She'd made sure her son Michael knew dinner was wanting for him in the oven and that'd she'd be home by six o' clock. Tiffany was a tiny woman, just over five feet tall, but she had a curvy build. Men and women alike often complimented her on her generous breasts, slender midsection and thick thighs. Tiffany's long, dark hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. A few tendrils had escaped and they gently caressed her smooth shoulders. Tiffany's honey brown skin shone in the room's light. She wore a snug, white tank top with an obscenely short denim skirt. As a final touch, she wore gold, four-inch heels that gave her calves a sexy look as this was her 'clean' look after having fucked another random John-Doe that wasn't her husband not that her husband cared. He was never around since Michael's, working at the office because making money was more important than his family. He'd missed many of Michael's important moments in life as a man; the sex talk, his first girlfriend, and so many of his basketball games. It had become so commonplace for the husband and father not to be there that she along with Michael weren't even banking on him coming to his son's high school graduation. But her husband's constant absence wasn't why she was sleeping around. Tiffany was sick—sick with …
The Appointment
I am sitting in the waiting room for my six thirty appointment. I glance nervously at the clock and lightly tap my foot on the floor. I am waiting to see my therapist. I've been seeing him for almost six months now. I am a thirty five year old woman, but I've been keeping a secret that is a little embarassing for someone my age. I am a virgin. I have never had intercourse. I've come close, but it never happened because of my fear. I just didn't know what it was, but I want to find out. I'm no prude. I think sex is fascinating. I've read stories, watched porn – although it never really did anything for me. I've watched videos on love making, and even tried to write stories about it, though I have miserably failed. I've masterbated plenty of times with the help of my hand and a vibrator, and felt that sweet release, but I never felt it from a man, and I was starting to feel lonely. I sit there and think as the door opens. He walks out, sees me and calls my name. I get up and walk into his office. He is not a bad looking man. I'm starting to have these weird feelings everytime we met. He's about forty five, my height, blond hair and soft blue eyes that become very intense when we are in deep conversation. He has a soft voice that put me at ease right away, but it's also sexy and it turns me on. I'm glad he never notices or I would die of embarrasment. "How are you today?" he asks as I sit down on the couch. "I'm okay. A little restless." I admit. "I'm sorry to hear that. …