Per Nancy's request, the story of her second visit to an adult theater is written in the 1st Person, as if she was telling the story to you, just as she told it to me. Like the story of her first visit, this story is entirely true. Any cruel and malicious comments will be deleted, please be respectful, if you don't like the story or its content, move on. Wa...
Author's Note: Sorry I didn't catch you up at the beginning of the story here... probably should read parts 1 & 2 first, but you'll get the drift of who's who if you start here. --- Benny was able to confirm for Thursday night, but Carl could not. Will and Nick considered inviting someone else, but there wasn't anyone in the same "trust level" at the compa...
Chapter 1: Editing "I'm serious, he's gotta be coming here," Darla Brown said as she jammed her elbow into the side of her co-worker, Paulina Cabbage. "You guys can finish up some other time." "Finish? We were just getting started," Paulina said, smiling warmly as she moved her fingers through the hair of Weapons Director, Jez Farmer, whose lap she was str...
I was in love with my best friend. Steph didn't know it, of course, but I had spent years longing to be with her and feeling frustrated that I wasn't. Not that this meant I'd ever really tried to do anything about it though. She was my friend - a very good friend - and I didn't want to jeopardise that for something that might not work out and could ruin wha...
Katie and Shannon toddled through the front door of their apartment. A night at the bar with their girlfriends had been a lot of fun, but both of them were drunk, and lonely for male company. "Jesus Christ I'm hungry." Katie was in the middle of undressing in the living room, tossing her clothes this way and that, as was her habit when she got drunk. "I am...
Neeti held the wad of cash in her hand as we cuddled. I gently stroked her big tits. Even my gentle stroking made her sigh a little, reminding me just how intensely my wife had just gotten fucked by the farm hand. She sure smelled like it. I could sense the familiar scent of my wife's sweat, but it was multiplied by a magnitude of a thousand. She must have...
"Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic." Her name was Blondie, after her beautiful golden fur. She was no ordinary dime store bear, she was from Germany. She had beautiful glass eyes and a tag in her ear that said "Stieff". So she assumed her name must be Blondie von Stieff. Obviously, she came from a royal background. Her mate was called Barne...
Around the time Sylvia was due to show up, I cooked some dinner to have for her just in case she would come in hungry. I wasn't much of a chef, but I figured she would at least appreciate the effort. I also chilled some red wine that I purchased earlier; I did know that she loved it. Though a meal wasn't what she was coming over for. I knew that already. Al...
The wait exasperated everything. Carmen's sharp and heavy breaths, the thudding of her heartbeat in places she wished it wasn't, and the rush of air on her skin all seemed too focused. She listened to the clamour of customers outside, footsteps passing to and from the door, always alert for the dreaded knock. And yet, in spite of that anxiety, her cock stood...
NOTE: this story is in four parts. Part 1: Heritage is about Mahomet reminiscing on his sexual incident in the past, and Part 2: Experience is about an incident that happens in the present, as is Part 3: Paper Towels. Part 4: Horizon is after I finished jerking off and was written while clear-headed and sober! I'm a 29 year old virgin myself, with a 3.5 inch...