sex stories

I was studying Psychology in college and one of my classes was a course in the power of suggestion. As I read through the text and wrote my weekly papers I got interested in Hypnotism. Most of my life I thought Hypnotism was a joke, a parlor trick that magicians used on stage to trick unsuspecting audiences. The longer I studied in my class, the more I understood that hypnosis was a real phenomenon that had been used for centuries to control or manipulate the sub-conscience of others. It’s all about the power of suggestion and the willingness of the subject to accept a suggestion into their sub-conscience psyche. I decided to learn how to hypnotize subjects. I checked out books on hypnotism, I went to stage shows and watched the acts; I went to my professor who claimed to be a hypnotist himself. The first person I tried to hypnotize was my roommate. He wasn’t cooperating too well, joking and laughing as I intoned my chant that he was sleepy and that he should concentrate on my voice as...

  I felt safe in Helens bed, spooned into her as the storm carried on outside the thunder crashing and the rain battering on the windows. We lay on our sides Helen holding me with one arm across me between my breasts and one leg pushed between mine. As I lay there thinking how lovely it would be to live here with my aunt I began to feel strange sensations glowing inside me, it made me feel kind of squidgy in my tummy and fluttery, I felt hot between my legs where my naughty bits were. Suddenly Helen moved her protective arm and then her hand softly pulled across my chest and cupped my boob, I swallowed hard and then my throat went dry as her thumb kind of twanged my nipple which was tingly anyway. To say I had led a sheltered life would be a crashing understatement, when meant I knew nothing at all about sex or sexuality and I didn't know what Helen was doing touching me the way she was because the next thing was her hand reaching under my loose tee shirt to touch my bare breast wh...

  Kara and I were lying there naked on the bed. She was stretched out on her stomach, supporting her head with one hand, her dark hair loosely hanging down. I was laying up against her, with one leg over the calf of hers. I had just lit a cigarette. The package and the ashtray was right there on the bed next to us. The summer morning sun was streaming in through the open window of my room and it was a nice day. Just the two of us, Kara and me, relaxing and being naked together. My mom had left for work and hour and half before, leaving Kara and me free to be indulgent. We had just finished having sex. I suppose that’s what you could call it. We had made out and masturbated one another to a very pleasing and satisfying orgasm. I suppose that it was sex, because we had just done something sexual, but it was also making love together as friends. I don’t know. Neither of us felt like lesbians for doing this. That wasn’t our intent, really. We were just friends. I know that my mom suspe...

  Where we live in Florida there is a need for volunteers to go to elderly people’s homes and keep them company. Well I volunteered to do that. I went out a bought a bunch of white nursed dresses with the zippered down the front. I get home and I show my husband, Rocky what I bought. He says to me Carol you aren’t a nurse and I tell him I didn’t want to visit in street clothes. Ok I got my schedule so I take a shower put on my dress and off I go. I don’t know what to expect, but here goes. I pull in the driveway of this small ranch house and ring the bell. I hear it’s open cmon in. I go inside and the house is as neat as a pin. I hear a man's voice say I’m in the living room. I go in the living room and it’s an old man sitting in his recliner. He looks at me and says how are you gorgeous. I said to him I’m Carol and he says I’m Joe. I say it’s nice to meet you Joe. He answers same here. He asks me if I’m thirsty and I say yes and he tells me to help myself to anything in the fridge...