Introduction & Disclaimer - Uncontrollable trailer park teenager Breanna and her trampy housing project friend Isabella are assigned to do volunteer work at a charity store, under the supervision of Megan, a politically correct, left-wing do-gooder girl and an early prototype of a social justice warrior. Will Breanna and Isabella behave, or will they cause t...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (7 min/mp3) * * * * * It was definitely getting colder as the evening darkened around us, and we walked with our arms around each other's waists as we made out way back to the campus dormitory where she lived. I wanted to ask her what she was feeling about what we had just done, but I had the sense that she didn't want to d...
Author's Note: Apologies all that even this sad excuse for a third chapter took so long, but other affairs kept me away from this fun little adventure I'd started on. This is just a teaser so you know I'm back, and more chapters are to follow-both longer and with perhaps more graphic content than those you have available to you. Thanks for your support and I...
My 10 year high school reunion was a bit nerve-wracking, in theory. Would I measure up to some of these people that I'd never felt on par with during high school? Did any of those cliques even matter anymore? But the real question was whether Natalie would be there, and whether she would be single or married, and of course whether I would finally, after 10 y...
"Virile, athletic white man in his thirties, six feet tall, 180 pounds, seeks woman, any race, for safe sexual fun with no strings attached. My wife is not interested in sex or is always too tired, and I need a hot pussy to eat and to stuff with my thick seven-inch cock." The ad for the personals was signed "Horny Dude," and Darren scrutinized it before clic...
It's always difficult to predict what I'll come home to. My girlfriend can be all sweetness and light. Or wickedness reigns. I've learnt to roll with it. Last night I got back and the house was empty. I took my shoes off, made myself a sandwich, grabbed a beer and sat down at the table to wind down from a hot, sticky day and a stressful commute. I heard t...
I am a kinky woman. Funny, when I was growing up I never thought of myself in that way. In fact I considered myself the All American Girl. When I thought of sex, it was always a vision of hearts and romance, lots of kissing, and straight sex in the missionary position, man on top of course. Even something as relatively common as oral sex never crossed my min...
You have the rare day off and you decide to nurture your artistic side and visit the Museum of Fine Arts. This being the Friday before a summer three-day weekend, it is particularly empty this morning. It appears as if the museum, knowing this will be the case, has a skeleton crew of guards on duty. You wander with the sensation that you have the entire gall...
I came across an ad for Tantra massage in the DFW area. I called and spoke with a wonderful woman named Akasha. She described herself as a 40-year-old who practiced sensual massage techniques in the Tantra method. She would also provide instructions in stress reduction techniques and provide a massage to beat all others. We made an appointment for the follow...
* * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (7 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * His eyes follow the dancer as the tiny movements of her expressions roll into him. He tries to remain still as she twirls in circles around his chair. As the blue veil drops into his lap he grasps it to him, her uncovered breast some how all th...