Have you ever noticed that certain stories—especially ones written by men—seem to have a bizarre obsession with giving extremely large, exact measurements of certain body parts? Sometimes they go so overboard with the measurements that it seems as though the authors find the numbers more arousing than the body parts themselves. ***** Jasper Hubert Humphrey...
I woke up the next day refreshed, but a little confused about everything that had happened last night. Emma was sleeping soundly beside me, her blonde hair splayed over the pillow, her silhouetted form rising and falling underneath the sheets. Our schedules differed due to her work at the hospital, so she often slept in while I got ready for work. I pulled m...
Andrea and I met Curt that next weekend on the corner of Hollywood and Vine. He chose the spot and it isn't too far from where we live so we agreed. He was so sweet; he had brought two bouquets of flowers, one for each of us. I had brought a bottle of cherry flavoured lube. It turns out that Curt is just in town for vacation and he is really from Nebraska wh...
I laid on the bed defeated, and looked up at the long, wiggling cock in Tyler's hands. A mixture of worry, horniness and excitement came over me all at once. It's hard to explain, but any woman who's ever gotten some incredible dick can understand. He beat my pussy into submission, and to be only 18, he had the skills of an experienced porn star. "My god....
The day droned on into eternity. Gary couldn't bear to look at the clock anymore and yet his eyes seemed to be drawn to it on a minute-to-minute basis. He had two classes in the morning, political science and psychology. Both of which were spent ogling the illustrious woman across the room and taking sparse notes. She had long brown hair that was in a perpet...
Author's note: I wrote the first story, The Fertility Therapist one night when I couldn't get to sleep. And posted it that same night. Upon re-reading I wasn't happy with it so I edited and rewrote it over the next month or so before reposting it. In the process of that re-write I started to wonder where Dr. Erik Shaun came from. Clearly he wasn't a normal...
It started out as a stupid, "He said, she said," joke. My former roommate, Chris, and I were watching football one afternoon and the play ended up about six inches short of a first-down. We were rooting for opposite teams. He was an Ohio State fan, and I am a Michigan Alum, so naturally, it was a rivalry made in heaven. Michigan ended up short on the play...
Dick Wojohowski drove his rusty but trusty 1978 Chevy truck onto the muddy playing grounds. He was hauling the rented 50-foot, 1,500-watt lights that would be used to illuminate the final, frantic events of CFNM Games I. The wheels spun around in the mud, trying to gain traction. The wet dirt went everywhere, hitting anyone within proximity. Some of the me...
"Hello Doctor...Ma-Mazzeo," Paul, stammered. He walked into the screening room and his fine motor functions grinded to a halt as he laid eyes on the beautiful blonde doctor that would be attending to him today. Paul's eyes traced her body downwards. His eyes fell from her long hair in a tight bun held together with a pencil, to her baby blue scrubs jutting o...
Authors Note: This is not much of a story. It is all the background information on how we start where we start. Before you go to tear the story apart in the comments section, there are a few things I don't care about. Grammar is not my strong suite. I am writing them as quick as possible as a sexual release from my frustrations. If you do not like my sexual...