While walking towards home, after all those exhibitionist adventures, horny as fuck, all I had to think about was the crazy shit I did the whole day. Showing my tank top-clad body to my classmates- more than enough cleavage, armpit and navel and hugging all 4 of them and making sure they were hard for me, then heading to the theatre where I removed my bra...
TWO OF MY FAVORITES FROM THE 70'S I was 29 in 1970 when I met Carla and Pamela. I saw the two of them over a three-year period. I say saw because we really didn't date. We just got together for sex, usually at my place. I say usually because Pam was a risk taker and liked having sex in different places. Sometimes I thought that she wanted us to get caught i...
I strongly recommend starting with chapter 1. Warnings: desired forced sex/consensual non consent; body distortion; casual nudity; free use; forced mind enslavement; casual incest; objectification/dismissal-of-agency of both viewpoint and non-viewpoint characters (not tied to gender, though); induced obliviousness; love for random people; transforming large...
She sold yellow page ads. In 1998, that mattered. We talked a couple of times. Chipper and engaging, described her well. She insisted on meeting, in person. I wasn't buying much and do most of my business over the phone, so I declined. She wasn't having any of that, and set an appointment after she returned from the Caribbean. Two weeks later,3 o'clock sha...
I quickly backed away from the window and Sandy's smiling stare. Humility and dread replaced lust and heat in a matter of a second. I pulled my boxers and pants up quickly fearing Sandy would come bounding up the stairs to confront my spying of her. I sat down on the bed and settled down and realized my fear was not to be. My thoughts were mixed as I wondere...
"What is wrong with me?" Melissa Fortney had asked herself the same question everyday for the last several weeks. By all objective standards, she should have been enjoying life: great job, two beautiful kids, a nice home, and a terrific loving husband. She had everything, everything but happiness. The problem was she didn't know what was needed to satisfy he...
"What a surprise, Iris has another question!" Jessie was getting rather tired of Iris raising her hand, especially when she herself had understood the lesson the first day she heard it. Iris never seemed to understand anything. "I can't stand your stupidity any longer!" "Shut up, skank!" Iris snapped. Mrs. Brooke, the English teacher, quickly stepped in....
Authors note: More from Christina. I've told her that she could just as well send in the story herself, but for some reason she wants me to do it. As with BASW Christina (1) all I've had to do was make some minor changes to save her from herself. She keeps putting in information that would give her away to some one who knows her and reads the story. It isn't...
This is just a corrected version of an earlier story. The story is unchanged. Only the homophone error was fixed. >>> >>> >>> I know so many people who complain about their jobs, what they do, and who they work with. I hear endless stories of men who chase married women around the office and married women who cheat on their husba...
My wife, Carleen, and I had escaped the dreary Ohio winter for a short weekend in South Beach. I needed to be in South Florida for work the following week, so we decided to make the most of it by hitting the Art Deco district for the weekend. We both love the vibe of South Beach - the great restaurants and bars, the sunshine and of course the people watching...