I'm finding out that I tend write a BTB story for fun when I come into repeated contact with arrogant and totally full of themselves assholes. It has been of either sex, different ethnicities, religions, ages, or socio-economic groups. Someone who lies about anything to get people inflamed, who doesn't give a shit about anybody else but himself or his/her bu...
Mrs. LaFave was a history teacher at my school. At 29, she was the youngest teacher at my school, and was well liked by everyone. Especially the guys. She was extremely beautiful, with long, straight brown hair and a very petite body. I had thought about her many times while masturbating. In fact, she was my number two jackoff fantasy, second only to one gir...
My name is Josephine - I took a University course for social science originally but somehow I have ended up in a much sought after job as a sex therapist. Apparently, despite all the street wise women and girls out there the demand for advise is forever prominent, I blame the media in there forever articles on subjects like " how to hang on to your relation...
I stood looking up at the front of the house, a thrill running through me at the thought of what I was about to do, at my sheer daring. In that house was a man who I had no right to be with, had no right to do what I planned on doing with, and I knew without a doubt that I didn't care. I was going to do it anyway. A little bit of back-story might be in orde...
There is no sex in this story, sorry. This is a repost of an older story so there will be no voting. * The chick flick, my wife Cathy and I were watching the last two hours, was finally over. I had too many beers but she seemed to appreciate it when I sat with her. "I just don't understand it, John. How could a husband be so hard headed that he couldn't...
The story so far: A former international champion ballroom dancer of the Cha Cha, Sierra Ballantyne, buys her mother's failing dance studio and is unable to turn it around. So she converts it into the Ballantyne School of Seduction against a background of controversy that she sets out to mollify. The young divorcee catches the eye of the publisher of a trend...
Getting Yana Laid September, November, December, the second year Early September "We should get Yana laid," I said. The three of us had just finished dinner, and our guest was in the dining room. I handed Tom the dish I had just washed. "I think Yana can probably get laid if she wants to," he answered, taking the dish and wiping it dry. "She's gorgeous...
Roberta Hawkins – Client 146 Chapter One I got out of my house that night and closed the door behind me. The air outside was cold, creating a chilly feeling as it brushed against my pale face. My raven black hair was tucked underneath my winter hat and I wrapped my arms around my chest to increase the feeling of warmth I desperately needed. I didn't know...
I'm Melanie. I'm a 30 year old, married slut who cheats on her husband almost daily, if not even more often than that, because he can't come close to satisfying me and I can't possibly get enough cock anyway. This is another entry in my memoirs. At the time I'm writing this, I've got about eight to ten guys who I count as "boyfriends" -- guys I fuck somewha...
I was a senior in high school when I met my first real girlfriend, Melanie. Actually we met at a church social. I asked her out the second time I met her and she agreed. Since we had met at church, we naturally assumed the best of each other and we just barely kissed on our first date. We didn't make much progress and sex was not really on the table. We were...