I think the first Groping I got was at 7 when a neighbor boy played hide and seek with us and we hid together. I had to pee badly and told him to turn his back. He pissed up in side me and to gave me a nice warm sweetness all thru my body, then a sudden spasm of deep internal convultions that rippled up thru me and make me hold very still wainting for him to stick it in me. but he didn’t he put his hand on me and made feel good but not as good as the pee stream did. We were caught in the game and made to stand in the circle of the home plate while others were captured. His cold snaggy fingers were probing around up me and around me for thirty minuets, but I never “felt” any nice tingles or reasons to let him POKE around again. Then about a month later in September we were playing a game called “dare, dare, double dare” And the older kids were having fun making each other touch a “NASTY” (more…)

I’m Claire 39 married with two girls away at University. I live in the Carribean as my husband is a ships Captain, we met at Uni in my first year as he was finishing an engineers degree. He was my first real boyfriend and I was pregnant bu the start of the second year.

Brought up in the home counties with a younger sister and my single mum as dad died in a car crash. Mum did OK she had a good job in a hospital and dad had left us well provided for.
Mum had a few doctor friends but loooked after us and never remarried until quite recently.

We finished school after our exams and had a whole year out before Uni, my best friend Trish and her boyfriend wanted to travel to Spain and Greece. Tip was my other best friend and our neighbours son and we had more or less been brought up together. (more…)

If anything can be said about me…its that I am a wimp. So it might surprise those that knew me exactly what my job occupation eventually became, only a week and a half when I was forced to spend an evening in a septic tank because Billy Bretterson had decided he didn’t like how my glasses sat on my face.

So it was that night that I had finally managed to get the damn thing open and had walked home, my pants sopping with things I didn’t even try to smell. I walked into my dormitory, my dorm mates probably still partying it up. I hated those guys too, now that I thought about it.

I took a long and luxurious shower, trying to make myself feel better. It didn’t work, my anger simply building and building. This was things a high school nerd was supposed to expect, not a collage student. I had to do something…but I was the worst fighter I had ever known. Even trying to fight might have been disastrous. (more…)

Her alarm clock blared. She reached one arm out in search of the snooze button, but ultimately she was unsuccessful. Amara sat up in bed and covered her mouth as she yawned, and squinted her eyes as they adjusted to the mild sunlight shining in through the window. She had turned off the alarm and pulled the sheets off of her, as she knew she wouldn’t go back to sleep now that she was fully awake. She plopped back down, and lay there as already a thin layer of glistening sweat had formed on her chest and thighs. It was mid July and about 80 degress out. She knew the heat would make for a long day at the small diner in which she worked. She slowly pulled herself up once more at an effort to stand, but instead sat there for a few moments on the hard, uncomfortable, bed.
It was a small motel room she was staying in. (more…)

About three years ago my marriage was in deep trouble. We’d been married for nine years; with twin daughters. I’d not long had a promotion at work and my wife was struggling to combine a full-time job with being a good mother and loving spouse.

A new job meant that I earned a lot more money but had to work longer hours and stay away from home two or three nights a week. I was too busy to notice any problems until one Friday night when I arrived home to find the kids already in bed. When I complained my wife exploded with rage. The resulting argument lasted 48 hours, culminating with a soul-searching ‘heart to heart’ conversation, on the Sunday night. (more…)

Paul and I had joined the company on the same day three months ago. He’s tall, slim and handsome with short greying hair and he’s about 40 and married with daughter.
I’m Chloe, single and I’m 25. I’m a ‘fuller figured girl’ (34d-26-34) and look a bit like the singer Charlotte Church. Just like Charlotte I like to ‘party’ (drinking, smoking and fucking) in a way that my mum and a lot of people at work would probably disapprove of! (more…)