I was sitting in a café once, when as will often happen, a gorgeous babe sat down near me by herself. There's nothing out of the ordinary about that. But as you'll see, the rest of the story gets a little more interesting. I'm a shy, polite guy, so I try not to stare at girls too much. Maybe 'hypocrite' would be a more accurate descriptor than 'polite,' but...
It was a hot and sweaty day for Josh and 3 of his friends. They were on the basketball court, outside of a local park, playing a game of 2 on 2. Josh and his close friend Mike were the shirtless team. Their other two friends, Kyle and David had to keep their shirts on. The game was tied with 30 points each and they decided that, whoever made this last shot,...
Hey all, here's yet another new story! This is my first attempt to write something vaguely British (Though not with proper spelling or colour, obviously.) If you're curious about other things I'm working on, please get in touch with me via my contacts information page here. And please, if you leave comments, don't feel the need to hide behind anonymity. I...
As Keisha made her way to the lingerie shop, which was a short walk across town, in the mall, the feeling of the small pickling cucumber she had stuffed in her juicy hole was making her feel unbelievably aroused. The feeling of it slipping in and out of her as she walked was like being fucked as she walked along. Her face was flushed, she hoped nobody could...
These stories are based on what I believe would be the reactions of real ex-girlfriends, but the situations are fictional. Names and details have been changed to protect their privacy. Burning Man is an enormous week-long art festival taking place in the Nevada desert. It combines large art pieces, music, performance art, as well as a wild party scene. The...
Author's Note: This is part seven of my ongoing epic. This is the start of the strip club arc! The strip club arc is where stuff really starts to take off. Expect lots of fun sexy hijinx ahead. Warning: this chapter is rated a lustier-than-normal R and includes, in part, boobs, easily distractible narrators, jiggling tits, lascivious bisexual besties, grea...
Friday, 11:45 a.m. One Friday during my lunch break, I was strolling through the hippie market area near my college, when an old crone approached me selling hand made jewelry or something. 'Listen, lady; I don't wear jewelry and I don't wanna buy any.' 'D'ese aint jewelry, sir; d'ese is Pagan talismans from Eire. I've got talismans f'r d'protection from...
The novelty of traveling had worn off quickly and over time he had resigned himself to nights alone in hotels, eating takeout food. He spent three weeks out of four on the road, and that aspect of his life had become quite tedious. The local nightlife here in suburban New Jersey was usually nothing to write home about either. At the end of that particular w...
If this story seems familiar it's no surprise. I am re-working a previously published one (Fake Memories of a Desert Rave - Darcie). The viewpoint was changed from first to third person, and the story will no longer focus on experiences at Burning Man. Instead, the idea that emerged from the original story will be fleshed out, turning this into a Fantasy sto...
Looking back on that day now, from up in a corner as if looking down on a dream, I look out of place on the starched linen draped over my mother's Italian sofa, green tea steaming on the coffee table as she twittered about the room, wringing her withering hands. The room was pristine, bleached and sparkling, I sat precariously near the edge of the cushion, m...