I take no creative ownership of this idea. This work is an interpretation of JumboJet123 story The Sex Games and I hope it will be alright for them if the stories share similarities. This story is from the perspective of the loser as compared to JumboJet123, whose story is from the perspective of the winner. I hope you enjoy. Thanks for the awesome idea Jumb...
My name is Ann, I am 45 years old, and I live with my husband and family in a small village in the Lake District. I do not work; I leave it to my husband to provide for us. He has a very well paid job. A couple of weeks ago I made a surprise visit to one of my friends in the village. She lives in a house down a quite country lane which is surrounded by a...
I woke slowly, feeling a tickle on my cheek. A wave of soft heat washed slowly across my naked chest, as you lifted the blanket to slide yourself on top of me, dragging your long, soft hair slowly across my face, sending tingles all down my arms and spine. Your lips sneaked a kiss as they slid past my cheek, your breath so loud as you nibbled my earlobe....
The trees were changing colors but Samantha remained pale. Pale wasn't a bad thing, unless you were a twenty one year old in college, submerged in a sea of baked bronze blondes. These girls stood out at parties and acted the part of the airhead, the innocent, and the bimbo. It was hard to pull off that act when you were dressed in black from head to toe like...
I was so excited, I was on my way to pick up a special lady friend that I had been talking to for some time now. We had met at a New Year's party and I had been mesmerized by her beautiful eyes from that night on. Now don't get me wrong, it didn't hurt that she was extremely attractive, a gorgeous smile and the sexiest body I had ever seen. That night she wa...
"We have got to do this again sometime. Thank you for lunch." "Now that we've exchanged information, we can hook up whenever. I still can't believe how much you've changed since high school." I had just run into this girl that I was real cool with back in high school while on my way to lunch, so I asked her to join me. Damn if I can remember her name, thou...
My name is Daniel L'Heureux. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Algonquin College right here in Nepean. My girlfriend Rebecca Saint-Germain attends La Cite Collegiale, a French-language technical school in the City of Ottawa. She's originally from the City of Montreal in the Province...
The night started out with a basketball game, which we won. Vic and I were staying in St Louis at the Drury Inn and decided to go to the Landing and hit a club for some dancing and romancing. We were at Tequila Wyld and having a great time, a little drinking, a little dancing, some smooching and touching. Our usual excellent time together, working toward hor...
Carrie tapped her foot impatiently, glancing down at her watch. Class was almost over, and she was looking forward to getting home. History was not her favorite subject. Professor Armstrong surveyed his classroom as he wrapped up his lecture about Antebellum abolitionists. He noticed Carrie in the third row paying attention to anything but him, and remember...
Alan walked into the auditorium on his first day at his new school. It was easily the best private school in the state. Alan had no problem getting in he was a mathematical genius and a nerd. He was Arabic, about 5'6", 150 pounds of muscle, black hair, pale skin, and a nasally voice. He worked out everyday and had a "six pack," he also was well endowed with...