June 2015 Top Ten Most Viewed Stories ~ Peter Stone

Angie in the office! No wonder I get nothing done at work.Here’s another Angie look-alike to adorn the June 2015 top ten. I wish she’d had some professional photographs taken when she was younger. I missed seeing her develop from the fourteen year-old I knew at school right through to the sixty year-old I found again in 2010. I can see she was always a stunner from photographs taken over the years, but it is not the same as being with her. Today she is full of grace and poise and I love her. I’ll never get over the sadness of all of the years we were apart.

Anyway, I always try to find a tasteful picture for these monthly charts. Hope you like this one.

We increased to 9,731 stories read in June on this site and a further 8, 524 stories were read on our True-Storytime.com website. That means we are up to over 18,000 in total. Many people don’t finish stories, but as the average person visits about two pages many are reading the stories plus book sales are increasing. They can only be purchases linked from the site really so that is gratifying.

What is sad is that we have had so few reviews of our books. If you are one of our regulars please go to Amazon and give a review to one of the titles. It would be much appreciated. Also, every page on the True Storytime website now has a like/dislike button so please don’t forget to use it. It will help us know the types of stories which are most popular and the button cannot identify you so it is totally anonymous.

Angie got very upset by a review on Amazon of our second volume of short stories and wanted to pack the whole thing in. I convinced her otherwise, but some good reviews would be a great help.

Here are the top ten stories from both sites read during June 2015.

As usual many of our best stories never make the top ten so please don;t use this as an exclusive list. To see all of the stories you are best to go to the life time-line page or True-Storytime.com to find them there.

Below we have provided a short description of the stories beside each link to help you decide whether or not you have already read them.

The amazing curiosity about shower masturbation continues.

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Have You Ever Made Love Silently In A Shared Bedroom? My One And Only Experience Of Secret Sex ~ Angela Goodnight

I might come back and write more about my early experiences with Wayne, particularly the lovely visit we had to Cornwall in September 1975 and a great Christmas and New Year together, but for now I want to move on to April 1976 when we decided to go abroad with Wayne’s brother Dawb and his girlfriend, Averil, who was also a colleague of mine in the Chinese section of the department of trade and industry. We regularly dated as a foursome as we liked similar food and entertainment. We frequently went to see Spurs (Tottenham Hotspur) as we all supported them and enjoyed football. Just a couple of weeks previously we’d all seen a terrific five nil win against the Blades. A rare treat.

Anyway, for our April vacation Dawb was doing the organising and there had been several changes in itinerary, but it was now finalised.

We were to fly out of London Heathrow to Malaga on the south coast of Spain. There we were to stay in the Andalucia Plaza Hotel in Marbella for ten nights. Dawb had organised an amazing deal which gave us first class accommodation in a hotel with all the facilities we could ever desire. The brochure showed the most beautiful pool, tennis courts, table tennis, scuba diving and much more besides plus a selection of hotel restaurants and more off-site if we wanted something a little different.

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My Twenty-Fifth Birthday – Great Birthday Sex. But I Had A Traumatic One-Sided Fleeting Encounter With My Teenage Sweetheart – Such A Shock ~ Angela Goodnight

My love affair with Wayne continued apace. We lived together in the flat I shared with Marcia Lerway from Fridays to Mondays and I’d occasionally go and stay with him at the flat he shared with his brother Dawb who was the boyfriend of my colleague at the department of trade and industry where I was a Chinese translator. Wayne worked at the huge accountancy firm of Ernst & Whinney. We were both earning good salaries and went to fabulous restaurants regularly. We both loved good food.

Sex between us was absolutely brilliant and if we were apart from Monday morning to Friday night, as was usually the case, the weekends were full of joyful fucking, usually two or three times each twenty-four hours. I couldn’t have asked for more and believed I had fallen in love with him. He also told me he’d fallen for me and the way we treated each other seemed to confirm the love.

There was just one problem for me. I still had the most amazing feelings for my long-lost childhood-sweetheart, Peter Stone. As the years passed the pain of him deserting me as a young teenager was still overpowering. Just as I thought I was over him, something would happen to bring him to mind again.

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May 2015 Top Ten Most Viewed Stories ~ Peter Stone

Angie in the office! No wonder I get nothing done at work.I’m sure you’ve all heard of sexual harassment, well, when Angie comes into my office to help, straight from the shower, there is only one thing which is going to get filed and we all know where! LOL!

Anyway, I always try to find a tasteful picture for these monthly charts. Hope you like this one.

We increased to 8,771 stories read in May by 4,672 people. That is just the blog. Our new True-Storytime.com website also has soaring stats and reached 5,018 page views in May so it looks as if over 13,000 stories were read. We do acknowledge that a good percentage leave the stories within a minute of starting to read them, but that is probably only to be expected as they might have been shocked by the explicit nature of our writing. I don’t see how we can make it any clearer that our sites are Adult Only and 18+. The information is clear enough. Anyway, we are really pleased with the results so far.

Here are the top ten stories from both sites read during May 2015.

As usual many of our best stories never make the top ten so please don;t use this as an exclusive list. To see all of the stories you are best to go to the life time-line page or True-Storytime.com to find them there.

We have also been adding features to the True-Storytime website and all of our stories now have links to the preceding and following stories to make following the storyline even easier.

Below we have provided a short description of the stories beside each link to help you decide whether or not you have already read them.

The amazing curiosity about shower masturbation continues.

Hope you enjoy browsing the list. Just click “continue” if the list doesn’t already appear below.

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Is Heavy Petting Okay If You Are A Teen In Love? It Seemed A Natural Progression ~ Angela Goodnight

Now we knew we were in love it seemed a natural progression to move on to heavy petting. As long as we didn’t make love surely this was a good way to have sex while avoiding any risk of pregnancy. Well, that is how I was beginning to look at it. Tonight, when he tried it on, he’d get a nice surprise!

Gurney was a pleasant seaside town whose industries were primarily built around tourism. At each side of the town there were golden sandy beaches.

The eastern one, Storn Beach was extensive and the river Storn entered the sea through the left side after meandering through the sand dunes.

Above the beach stood a long low concrete building which was home to Joe’s café, a tea room, souvenir shop and place from which tourists could hire deckchairs and other beach paraphernalia. Beside it, set into the hillside were municipal toilets and some shelters where you could sit and watch the sea and tides in inclement weather or enjoy fish and chips as I had with Peter.

The beaches to the west were smaller and more secluded. These beaches were served by a large car park with shops, bar and toilets. The most common activity on each beach was surfing.

In the town there were the usual range of shops, again with the emphasis on tourism, plenty of cafés and the single cinema, La Scala, which tended to buy in blockbuster films and run them alternate weeks throughout the tourist season.

While the Sound of Music and My Fair Lady were excellent, even couples in love could get somewhat fed up after the second or third viewing. The double seats in the balcony were the only saving grace. Peter and I had enjoyed them more than once and we planned to meet up there again after school.

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Exciting Love & Phenomenal Sex In ‘The Secret Garden’ During Our French Vacation ~ Angela Goodnight


The garden of Jardins Secret in Nimes, FranceJardins Secret wasn’t easy to find. The SatNav in the Jaguar was playing up in France, but eventually we found the place in a narrow back street of Nimes. This did not bode well. We rang the bell and the gate opened into a place which was more like paradise than a hotel. Its name was certainly well-chosen. Our concerns vanished.

[This story forms part of our 2011 trip to the south of France. Peter owns, sorry, ‘we’ own a villa and this was my first trip to visit it. Peter gets annoyed if I call things ‘his’ when they are actually ‘ours’ now. I couldn’t wait to see ‘our’ villa, but Peter had decided to organise some great places to stay en route. With Jardins Secret I thought he might have got it wrong until the gate opened. If you are interested in the Back Story to these true stories you’ll find a link at the top of the site.]

The garden was beautifully secluded and typical Provence. Small tables with chairs were dotted about in romantic locations with a pool and small fountains giving the
relaxing background sound of cascading water.

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Tormented Letters To My Teenage Lover. Love Became Anguish. Anguish Became Bitterness. Bitterness Turned Me Into A Sex Monster! ~ Peter Stone

Angela asked me to try to reconstruct my letters to her which were intercepted by her parents during 1965 and caused us both to think the other had wanted a clean break. When I started on these letters I could remember that they were all more or less a single hand-written page on blue paper behind which was a bold lined sheet to help you write evenly. I probably included mention of weather, school and other matters which Angie would have found interesting.

What I have written below is reduced to the basic attempt to try to maintain contact so much shorter than the actual letters I sent. Also, I’m sure I sent more than this, but it was a long, long time ago and the memories difficult to recall. However, these letters will give a rough idea of my anguish over her silence.

For those who don’t know what all of this is about, you really need to read the Back Story in the top index before continuing otherwise it won’t make a great deal of sense. Angela was 14 and I was 16. We’d been at the same school in Gurney and had been very much in love, giving our virginity to each other and finding many contrived situations and places where we could make love.

Angie’s father, a teacher at another local school, had obtained a headmaster’s position in Stafford, over two hundred miles from Gurney and the family moved there just before Christmas 1964.

We had committed our undying love to each other and agreed that we would reply to each other’s letters within two days of receiving one. Needless to say, there was no Internet or email in the sixties. Angie knew my phone number, but they were initially staying a week or so at a hotel before moving in to a new home. I had the address of their new home, but nothing more.

I should add that all of our stories are true. This recounting of letters is probably not as accurate as I would like, but that is only the lack of memory of something which transpired fifty years ago.

This story of Angie’s tells of the anguish from her perspective. As far as I was concerned, our break-up led into what I now refer to as my sex monster years when I neglected my education and descended into a life of sex and debauchery.

Dear Angie,

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