Old memories of an old mattress, the stench of old cigarette smoke hanging in the air. I know. Objectively, that sounds gross. But it sets the scene for some of my favorite memories. I remember little of specific nights. But I remember bits and pieces, like bits of glass glued together haphazardly, creating the mosaic of who we were and are. In such a way...
I returned from my girls' night out with Darcy and Chrissy feeling completely exhausted. My mind was unable to focus on anything other than falling down and going to sleep. I didn't want to think about my experience, on my knees next to a dumpster behind a bar, giving head to two different men, both of whom I had just met. I just wanted to sleep. The part...
By now I should have been used to Misty's habit of putting me into awkward situations (all of which seemed to end in my being naked) but this one really took the cake. It was a few nights after our "study session" with Jenny, and I was alone on the couch watching a movie. Misty and Tom were in the bedroom and I could tell from the moaning exactly what was ha...
Wrap Wrap Wrap, Tracy knocked on the door of the apartment that she knew very well. She wondered in her mind what her stud would be wearing though she was already so wet that it really didn't matter. She knew what was about to come was going to be several hours of something she absolutely loved. The click of the lock opening brought her back to reality and t...
I hate whenever people start these stories by saying "I'm just a normal person." Well, you clearly aren't, or you wouldn't have such a fantastic story to tell, now would you? I'm not a normal guy, and I'm proud of it. I am not, however, above clichés, so I will get that out of the way right now. So I had a cock that granted wishes. All you had to do was eat...
Michael had been going to the clinic for almost three years. Each month he travelled to the clinic where he was paid for allowing alien parasites to grow inside his stomach. It was a fairly uninvolved process for him except at the removal process. He was made to shit out rather large insect-like creatures. The only reason why he kept doing it was the money....
Zack got up hearing that hellish alarm clock blaring in his head. He could feel his wife roll over to turn it off and then go back to sleep. Zack sits up feeling his normal morning hard-on. He feels a little down looking down at the 9 inches he had. He sighed thinking it was such a waste. He looked over at his sleeping wife knowing they still had two weeks b...
It would have been after that documentary. The one with a feature on online dominance-submission relationships on Fetlife. Because before that moment in time life had been so vanilla. Marcus had been queer and had had a boyfriend or two... or three since turning 18. Well, hell, he'd been to the bathhouses since turning 20. He'd even gone as far as to create...
This is a fanfic. I have the Original author's permission to do this, so please enjoy! (Check out sexgundam666, but if this is the stuff you like you probably have done so already) Marie's POV: I couldn't breathe out of shock. There, in the doorway, stood my stepsister only in her bra and panties. My dick was swimming around the bathtub, but covered by...
She couldn't take him to meet her parents. After all, he was black, and her parents were 1st generation Chinese. They would never accept a black man in their house. But he wasn't really black, not a deep chocolate black. He was "high yellow" negro, a Mandingo half breed with enough white blood mixed in that when you saw him you may pass him for Italian or Ge...