Archive | 18.01.2010
- Cindy
As I lay masturbating in my bed, I choked off a sob of frustration. I had sworn I wouldn't torture myself this way any longer. But every night, I would see images of Cindy: her long blond hair tumbling down over her shoulders as she undressed. Her white undergarments from Sears (so I imagined) straining at the seams until she freed her flesh, just slightly chubby, from its clutches. And then, inevitably, my hand would stray below my navel.
I knew I had no chance with Cindy. One, I was not what ... more
- Educating Sarah
Five years ago I was thirteen years old and had so many questions about life, love and sex. Some I tried to answer for myself, like when my friends and I practised kissing on each other. Our bodies were still in the early stages of development, except for Tracey who seemed to have blossomed early. I remember wanting to practise on her especially, and often caught myself staring at her wonderful new shape...
"Sarah? Sarah are you ok?" I shook myself back to alertness to see Miss Young crouching ... more