They act as if it was a perfectly ordinary night of TV watching. I'm wearing a slutty pair of red platform high heels, open toed and backless and nothing else. Well that is if you don't consider the dozen or so cum loads that cover my body. I am sitting on a leather couch next to my two gay bosses who are also completely naked, their hot bodies wedged next t...
It had been almost a full year since the gang bang at Frank's house. I could still taste their cocks in my mouth and when I was alone in the bathroom or bedroom, I could hear the sounds of their balls slapping my ass and their boisterous laughter as they all took turns fucking me. I did what I could to erase the memory but in spite of the trauma and emotion...
Beginning in our freshmen year, I had frequently seen Tom in the halls of the engineering building. We'd barely acknowledged each other although my heart always leapt into my throat when I'd see him and I'd often jack off later, fantasizing about him. I dreamed about him but said nothing to him and managed to waste over two years in quiet frustration. Now...
Alright, so more of a filler, folks, I had fun writing this. So for those who are sick of looking at this story: If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all! Don't ask me to end this series!! That is very hurtful when you guys ask me to stop Aquata Cove. Also, as for my grammar flaws, namely my problem mixing up my past/present tenses, I'm so...
And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go... Something there is that doesn't love a wall... --Robert Frost, from Mending Wall. I didn't want to go, but of course that didn't matter to my friends. They insisted it would be fun and finally I just shut up and let them drag me to the...
I had hoped to end this story with Chapter #31, but so many of you have written to say that you either did not want it to end or that the way that it ended was too abrupt. I admit that it was rather cut short. I had to do that as I was in the process of moving and had little time to polish it up. Now that I have had time to reflect, (and rest a bit) I have d...
All senior year I was in love with Justin Belisario. He was the class president, quarterback of the football team, and one of the best-looking guys in school. Me, I was a nobody--a skinny wimp. I ran cross-country, the refuge for boys who couldn't get on the cool sports teams. It was just my luck that we were in the same gym class. Back then after working...
Waltz In The Dream Atarah sits in her hut as she dips a handmade brush into a vial of octopus ink, and paints onto a large leaf with different symbols and elaborate designs. She presses her brush to her chin as she ponders for a moment as to how or what to base her next project on. It's been a while since a merfolk showed up in her river, seeking help, and...
Opening night. The play had been denounced in letters to the editor, a TV news segment had run the night before, and a handful of protestors toted signs up and down the sidewalk. That was just what a college with a zero publicity budget needed. The house was almost full. It went without a hitch. Everyone's performance was sharp, tech missed not a single cu...
Hi there, my name is Raj and I'm here to tell you about an experience I had during my freshman year in college. First though, a bit of background on me. My parents are immigrants from India, but I was born and raised in the States. I had a conservative upbringing. I wasn't allowed to date and cultural differences precluded much intermingling with my classma...