Bumpy Car Ride Stories

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Eighteen Holes Ch. 03

by lusthammer on Sep 14, 2017
First Time

Summer was over. Bummer. It was Sunday night and school started the next morning. I didn't dread High School like some of my friends, but the classes did get kind of boring at times and, like any 18 year old, I wanted to head off to college and all the freedom that I hoped to find. I was closing up at my job for the last time as a 'free man' -- putting a...

Love Among the Headstones Ch. 1

by Bacomicfan on Sep 15, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Derrick wondered if picking up a hitchhiker would be such a good idea. He normally frowned on such things, but when he saw the woman on the side of the road, shuffling along sadly in her flowing white dress, he felt an unaccustomed twinge of pity. Why he felt pity he had no idea, for though she seemed sad she was beautiful and didn't seem the type to need an...

Dirty Offroading

by 1984slut1984 on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

I had always been a shy girl growing up. I seemed so skinny compared to other girls: my breasts weren't as big, and my hair was so thick and hard to manage, I could barely keep it looking nice. Whether it was a lack of self-confidence or that I didn't really amount much to other girls, I never had many boyfriends. Revealing this, I never had many sexual enco...

Wickedest Slam

by ebwriter on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Larissa was single, thirty years old and a contract lawyer. She drove a Bimmer and lived in Jamaica Estates. She had not been laid in months. After the fourth month and still no bedroom action she began to put in more hours at her law firm just to keep her mind off sex. Larissa felt her sex life was non-existent because she had not found anyone whom she fel...

Dear Dirty Diary Ch. 09

by Adorable Laura on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

Dear Dirty Diary, Four weeks had passed since Doug had come home from the hospital. He was still a little pale looking and complained of being cold all the time because of the blood thinners. The night before, he was detached and completely immersed in a Blue Jays baseball game. Early the following morning was gray and rainy and I was feeling quite sorry fo...

Peggy Goes to Boston Ch. 1

by Zeit on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

Thursday is my favorite day of the week - that's the day the travel assignments for the following week are announced. You see, I'm an insurance adjuster at a large property insurer based in Tennessee, and my job requires me to travel for several days at a time. Don't get me wrong, I love my family life, it's just that I have particular needs that aren't met...

A Secret Place Ch. 04

by linmoore22 on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The next day I again called in sick to work. Early in the morning, I made my way back to that secret place in the forest. I found my entry and crawled through. Nothing had changed, it was beautiful, calm and enchanting. I made no pretense of why I was there. I knew and the enchanted place knew I was there for sex. I took off my clothes and lay them in a pile...

Hell Hath No Fury Ch. 18

by D.C. Roi on Sep 14, 2017
Mature

"Jackman, you're in X-ray thirty-one tonight," Sergeant Dawson said at roll call. "We're short-handed again, so you'll have to do guard duty in front of the Tate place on Johnson by yourself. Dumont, you'll be alone in Lincoln twenty-five. Think you can handle the sector by yourself, Lex?" "I'm not sure I'll be able to stay awake if I'm riding alone, Sarge,...

My Amazing Asian Sexperience

by Jack_Love on Sep 19, 2017
Group Sex

I'd been hired to teach kids English at a school in a small city in China. 'PeePee,' a representative from the school, met me at the airport and seemed thrilled to be meeting a Canadian man. 'PeePee,' of course, wasn't her real name, but each person involved with teaching or learning English in China, chooses, or is given, an English-sounding name, however s...

Second Date with Dickhead

by Wanton Vixxxen on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Dear Glutton for Punishment, I have just staggered into the door from my second date with what’s-his-name, and had the uncontrollable urge to sit right down and write MYSELF a letter – {I know I’ve heard that before… maybe a song?} So here I am – pen in hand, bottle of cyanide in the other, awaiting the after-shock to slam dunk me into what I hope will be a...