It began pretty simply. I was Michael, a rather nerdy guy in college, trying to get somewhere - anywhere with women. Almost any woman, though I certainly had a preference for attractive ones. Fat chance of that, or so it seemed. They were nice to me, but had no desire to go out with me, much less do anything more intimate than that. I was depressed about it...
Half an hour later and following two orgasms, she lay on her stomach supine and lacking enough energy to move after being well and truly fucked - doggie style. As she moved she felt the semen he had ejaculated along her spine move a little bit. She had grasped his penis, thinking she might make the running as she had the night before; she was sadly mistake...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
Chapter 1 – Improving International Relations I have always had a knack for finding people when they really need me and then taking advantage of them. In college I would go visit the girls that my buddies had just dumped and most of the time wound up fucking them just to help them believe that they were still attractive and sexy. It was the same in business...
Chapter 10 — Let's Have a Party May 1974 They arrived late, but not too much. The fraternity house parking lot had always been undersized so Jim had a difficult time wedging the Rustmobile into a space. "I'm glad we took this car instead of the Duster," Jim said. "The old Rustmobile can take a few more dents and no one would notice, but the Duster doesn'...
Zanarkand Marina Jecht's houseboat was the least maintained of all the vessels in the Zanarkand Marina. It was overdue for a reseal, the underside crusted in Sinscale spines, the sails were ripped, the lines frayed and all of the internal machina was rusty. The inside fared no better. The tidal wave from the Sin attack 3 years ago and a malfunctioning pu...
Just as you take my hand, Just as you write my number down, just as the drinks arrive, just as they play your favorite song. . . "You know Kris, I think Radiohead might be the greatest band...*inhale*...ever..." "Ha, yeah . . . *inhale* . . . don't I know it. They always make me feel better on shitty days. Just like . . . *inhale* . . . this . . ." Finall...
Authors Note: I liked this story line submitted in a reader request so I gave it a shot. The names are fictitious and all characters are at least 18 years of age. INTRODUCTION It was the spring of 1959 and Cliff Walters could not believe that he would soon graduate from high school. He had played his last high school football and basketball games and soon...
I woke up the next morning and as I lay there, the memory of what I had done with Trent the night before, and I felt sick. How could I have done that, I had turned into a complete whore. I had lain over the hood of his car and begged him to fuck me like a common slut. My phone rang and I checked the number, it was Trent. I knew why he was calling, to say t...
"Will you not come to the forest? They are mourning. They need you - their lord's guidance..." Cedric peered across the moonlit solar, annoyed. He had left the hall in an urgent bid to find peace but still they plagued him. "Leave me be." But his taciturn tone, rather than deter the unwelcome guest like it would most, brought her forward until she stood b...