First impressions whether they be online or in person are not always accurate. I had posted online a thoroughly debauched tale of fisting and stretching – one of many. It is always good to get feedback and I often get asked if the stories are real or 100% fiction. The answer is a mix of the two. One of the stories elicited a response along those lines from a...
Theresa Wilson looked out the window at the boy cutting her lawn. "Nice," she cooed to herself, her hands running down her front and into her tight running shorts for a quick feel that left her fingers moist. "He'll do." Mrs. Wilson was a widow, living in a modest home on the outskirts of the town's upscale area, a town by the sea near Cape Cod where many...
Clay awoke in the middle of the night, surprisingly so considering everything that had happened in a single day before. He could feel his coach behind him, snuggling him closely. His warm breath lightly tickling the back of his head, a steady, even rhythm. It seemed the man could put a smile on his face even while he slept. He didn't want to move for anythin...
Peter Grayson woke up late that morning his head ringing from his hangover. Slowly getting up out of bed, he made his way over to his bathroom washing his face in an attempt to wake himself up. Looking up in the mirror, Peter checked himself out. Peter Grayson was eighteen years old with short brown hair and brown eyes. He was tall with a muscular body and s...
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I was lying in a bed and felt a bit dreamy, when my eyes were made to open, by a loud sound, like a door closing, more like it was being slammed shut. I blinked a few times, my head was in a spin, I heard a voice, a loud voice, shouting, "Carol, Carol... you in... Carol, are you still in bed?" Then I heard footsteps climbing up the stairs, and more shouting...
We'd been going at it for more than a year, me, Peggy, and her boyfriend Tim. It started off one night when I was dateless and went with the two of them to a party at one of the college dorms. Peggy had been my roommate when I was a freshman, but even after she joined a sorority and I stayed in the dorms, we kept on being good friends. And another thing is,...
Fisting a woman had been a long term fantasy of mine. I met a woman that liked to give and receive. Even better. I like being fisted too. She was in her early thirties, mixed race with 34C boobs. Couple of decorative tattoos, one at the base of her spine, the other on her right shoulder, complementing her brown skin. Long, black hair tumbling over her shoul...
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Disclaimer: I'm not a misogynist, though this story may convince you otherwise. Fantasies are fantasies, bro. Please practice safe, sane, and consensual sex. The Barrens district of Angel City sprawled out in front of Rebecca "Codeine" Lane. Almost every building in the place was a "habitation unit" repurposed from aggressively rectangular deep space shi...