This is the second part of the Chicago trip in the Wanda series after Target. Wanda woke to a steady knocking at the door. It took her a few moments to realized she was in a hotel room. Her roommate for the trip was her former rival from teachers school Ashley. Ashley was already getting ready for the college recruiting convention that had brought them to C...
You keep complaining to me that Mistine is always "cockblocking" you, calling "dibs" on the cute guys at the bar and then never following through. She's your best friend so you've put up with it, but there have been so many times now that she's gotten in the way of what could have been a great little adventure. I've listened to this story too many times now...
I must've stared at that mirror for a good ten minutes before someone began knocking on the door, wondering what was taking so long. I just couldn't shake the feeling that something was very off. I left the bathroom, ignoring the guy who was glaring at me as he rushed past, desperate to use the bathroom now that he'd waited so long. I sat back down at my tab...
It was my day off so I decided to get a burger and a beer down at the local for dinner. I had exercised that morning, and had weighed myself at 170, which at my BMI made it just into the green of healthy. I deserved a reward. I'd never been a fat guy, just a little flabby in some places, thin at first sight but once you got up on me I had some thick thighs a...
He had been sitting at the bar for a while when he saw her enter. He had been watching the entrance ever since he had arrived. And she was noticeable indeed, dressed as she was in a skin tight, strapless red dress that clung to her body like a second layer of skin almost. She walked slowly through the dimly lit, smoke-filled lounge towards the bar. Her hips...
My senses were inflamed by the whiskey we'd shared and my blood was heated by the look in his eyes. We'd been hanging out at our neighborhood bar, playing games and laughing with the regulars; I'd worn a flowing top with a low, square neckline, jeans, and the boots he likes so much. My hair was loose and tousled, inviting his hands to run through it. Jack wa...
Sitting at the bar and people watching...you can tell the "just friends" and the couples sitting around. Worker groups standing in groups chatting away. The bartender asks if I want another, so I nod my head and give her my glass. She walks in the door. I saw her as she walked up the sidewalk. She was looking in trying to see who was here. So she sits, acr...
We've been looking forward to this day all week. After a long week, we're going to go out and see who we can meet. We're a very unusual couple; we're both polyamorous, and we're both bisexual, and we've both been feeling it... that urge to get out and do something (or someone) new. So rather than sneaking around each other, we're going to do it together (or...
Warning this story is about gay interracial sex. It borders on sexually deviant and if this offends you I'm warning you ahead of time so you are not reading anything you don't want to. *** I had just turned 19 and was completely in a slutty phase in my life. I was good at pullin bitches, but at the same time, with men, I was the bitch, and I LOVED it. At...
It was Saturday night, and the usual was happening. Martin was fucking his wife. Shereen was in her usual position, her legs propped up with the pillows. Martin thrust and pounded on top of her, trying to force himself up on his elbows. Martin was staring down into the mattress as he let his ass ride the wave. He loved his wife, and he loved fucking her. He...