The Third in a Series of True Stories Susan and I remained friends with Roberta, stopping by at all hours of the day or night. Roberta stayed with us often; the three of us were practically inseparable. Susan, Roberta and I stayed in shape at the gym, going at least five days a week, biking together occasionally, we went kayaking once, and usually had three...
Warm day, not a cloud in the sky as I passed the last house on the beach. Fifteen more miles of black top, all arrow straight, through the deserted undeveloped beach. The ocean, all various colors of blue; dark blue, turquoise, light blue, so lovely. Today the water was calm, small waves, nothing much. The top was down on my triple black Corvette, my hair p...
"I was thirteen when I got him-my first Piranha. I had to go across the bridge into Washington state to buy him because pet stores in Oregon weren't allowed to sell them. He was sort of a drab little fish but a real eager eater. He, or possibly she, I didn't figure out their sex until later, preferred bits of raw hamburger scattered across the surface of the...
The name is Harry LaPierre. I'm a young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've got something to confess, folks. I am a self-admitted thrill addict. It doesn't matter the nature of the thrill. Sex. Speeding. You name it, I do it. That's okay, though. There are plenty of chicks and dudes in this town who wouldn't mind hooking up with a six...
Sara comes in the front door after her morning run, she is dressed in her running gear which consists of a tight black pair of running shorts and a lovely purple tank top that is barely able to hold her breasts in place. She is a little out of breath and as she stands in the doorway she takes a few deep breaths and realises that something smells really good...
It was the first time we attended one of the resort's dances and we planned our costumes for maximum effect. Michelle wore a very short plaid skirt, a white cotton blouse that buttoned up the front and had long tails to allow it to be tied under her breasts, tiny ruffled socks and school girl heels. Her hair was in two pigtails with a ribbon bowed around e...
Dyana remained totally pissed off with her soon-to-be-ex husband. Not that she didn't have a million or so previous reasons to be pissed off at him, but this was the latest in the series. She fumed, ranted and raved to any of her friends who would listen to her. Dyana hadn't asked for alimony, all she had wanted was for him to take care of the credit card d...
They walked hand and hand up the stairs to his apartment. Just as they reach the right floor she pulls open the door to the hallway and he follows her in to the dim lit hallway. She turns, grabbing him and pushes him against his door pushing her body against his. She leans in to kiss him, but he moves his head up and she tilts her head down and kisses his ne...
John was beginning to regain consciousness. Slowly, the dim haze before him brightened into a colourful green and pink blur. He was sitting, or rather floating in a sitting position and his entire body felt bloated and heavy, most of all his penis, which felt like a lead weight. As his vision cleared, he realised he was sitting in a vat of deep yellow liqui...
You lie next to your naked girlfriend on the bed, staring at the ceiling and panting slightly from your exertions. Neither of you speak, preferring to reflect in silence on your recent earth-shattering lovemaking. You give yourself a mental pat on the back. Once again, you’ve treated Rose to the best fuck of her life. She’s a very lucky girl to have such a c...