Ring of Shame

========================================= Dear readers, it has come to my attention that some of my stories have been plagiarised on Literotica. If you want to use any of my works as the basis for your own, it's fine, go ahead, you have my permission providing: 1. you do not use word for word extracts 2. you notify me and credit me at the beginning of the story Thank you and happy reading. ========================================= It's Summer. I've just returned from my evening jog and need a beer. It's still super-hot out. Ah crap, the fridge is empty; I'll have to go to the shops. Might as well pick up some frozen pizza at the same time. I'm all sweaty, I really need a shower. Fuck it, I'll have one later. I remove my jogging shorts and underwear in the kitchen, wipe the sweat off my cock and balls with my underwear, then put my shorts on again, sans underwear, and grab the car keys. At my car, I realise I'm still holding the underwear. I open the do

Disclaimer: all participants in this story are eighteen years or older. No minors are involved in this entry or in any future entries. Life can be kind of cruel sometimes. It's a thought that I had started to find myself dwelling on more and more often these days as I found myself midway through my senior year of high school. The more I thought on this stance, the more I felt justified in believing it. How else could I explain away why half of the girls at West High seemed to hate me. Of that half, many were outright hostile towards me, making passive aggressive comments to me whenever they saw me in the halls or could get away whispering it to me in class. The other half treated me to the steely silence I would have gotten from a rock. Yet, for all of their negativity toward me, I hadn't done anything that warranted this kind of abuse. I was your typical good girl. I did what my parents asked and excelled in what I could, all while keeping my head down. For me, that meant th

Hello hello! So from where I left off in my last adventure, was the first time I did something sexual with my now father-in-law. This is what occurred a couple of days later, again, as best as I can recall. The next morning Brian's mom made us all breakfast. She makes awesome pancakes. I sat next to Brian, and he and I sat directly across from his father at the table. He barely looked up at me, which was fine because I was recovering from a pretty decent hangover myself. "Mom these pancakes are like crack!" Brian said taking another pile. "Well thanks dear, but what do you know about crack, hmmmm?" She said, teasing. "Well, obviously nothing. I don't do anything I'm not supposed to." He said grinning. Then the question came, in a low stern tone, "What about you Holly? Do YOU do things you're not supposed to?" asked her father. Fear struck over me momentarily. An absolutely perfect set up for this situation. HE knew what I did, a

In the mid-1980s, I was a university student in Orange County, California. I had a thing for Laurie, a cute brunette, who I'd met in a campus Christian group. There were three problems: Laurie was dating another guy, Laurie was a virgin and I'd made mention of the fact that I'd spent the night with a former girlfriend. That took me off Laurie's list of men to date as she was committed to giving her "V-card" to her future husband on their wedding night. She wanted to marry a virgin. While I wasn't into cutting notches on the bedpost, I realized that the notion of remaining a virgin until the wedding night wasn't for me or most everyone else. I was looking for a life partner who shared my values for, loving, intimacy along the romantic path to a wedding day. One day, Laurie walked up to me and stunned me by saying, "I have a friend that you should date. Both of you are Christians, both of you aren't virgins, you are both adults, and both of yo

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