Thank you all for the feedback on my first story, hopefully this 2nd one won't be the "difficult second album." *** "How could I say no?" I thought. I had this incredible girl from my past here in front of me, on my couch and totally naked, breathing deeply after the orgasm I'd just given her with my tongue and fingers. And now, she wants me to fuck her....
I was 33 years old; even if I say it myself, God had been kind to me! I was not fat - I had a good firm body, without having to go to a gym! I probably looked about 25! I know - you hate me already! I had been in and out of relationships with various girls since school; I had a tendency to get bored quickly. I know what you're thinking, but before you judge...
"Hi Jack!" "Never say that on a plane." I quipped, stepping through the door and brushing my lips over Kenny's cheek. Kenny smiled politely, returned my greeting and looked over my shoulder. "So, this is the famous Tracy. Nice to meet you," he said, taking her hand in a gentle grip to kiss in welcome. "Charmed, I'm sure." Tracy replied, surprised at such...
Dear Tristan, I've tried writing this letter a hundred times. I know you've been waiting so long, and I'm sorry about that. But depending on how much of this you're willing to read, I hope you'll understand why it was so difficult. I couldn't decide how honest to be, not because I don't trust you, but because I'm embarrassed. I don't really think of myself...
I'd been in a chat group for a while, starting with flirty chat to kill time, I quickly developed friendships. I remember the first time we met. My friend announced she was bringing back an old group member. There was a flurry of activity when he arrived lots of people had missed him. I didn't think too much about it, maybe looking back I should have. He see...
It was Suzanne's turn to get the buffet set up in the Fellowship Hall so it would be ready when the church service ended. So as normal, she left the church and walked back to the kitchen area that adjoined the Fellowship Hall. There was nobody around since everyone was attending the service. She began to brew the coffee in the big coffee maker while she arra...
Looking back, the seeds were planted early. In high school, I had been popular and always dated really good-looking girls. Marsha worked at a drug store in my neighborhood, she was awkward looking, but with a great personality. She was fun. The first time she asked me to take her home, I had her top off in the car and we made out, it was so hot. By the fou...
One word. "Play." Christie and I looked at each other and rose slowly...she let one arm linger on the strap of my top, and pulled it down softly. She repeated with the other strap. Soon I was stripped down to my waist, breasts exposed, nipples hardening. She came close to me and, breathing hard into my face, unzipped my skirt, letting it drop to the floor....
I am a sex addict. Yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds. Yes, I know that most of the male species qualifies as sex addicts too. But however debatable it is to say sex addiction is a mental illness, I still fall under the parameters. It's only due to treatment and counseling that I can keep it under control -- and still enjoy sex without going overboard a...
The following short is part of a collaboration between myself and the artist Nacnac. It will be completely reworked to fit the format as a voice-over for one of the artist's upcoming animations, but I've been given permission to release it in this form. Look Nacnac up, you won't be disappointed. Hope you enjoy... ***** My name is Mandi, and I have a dir...