Stacy and I were at a casino in Las Vegas and were going to be taking in one of the shows. When Stacy was getting ready for the night, I noticed she had chosen one of her very short and sexy dresses. This dress had a very low-cut top which meant the bra was going to stay behind. I also noticed that she decided to go without panties also. After the show wa...
This is meant to be an extremely customizable story with multiple plot lines. As of right now, there are only 20 variables (with not all of them heavily used), but more will be added as the story progresses. Below are descriptions of the current variables in the story. You: Normal guy who has finished his first year of college at Alabama. You've gotten in sh...
Chapter 3: The blonde bomb Now, here is where things get interesting. Her friend from Norman, a tall, stacked, college girl of twenty-two is coming to party with us on the weekend. We discuss it over a good buzz and she suggests that we might have some fun. Though she never admitted the fact that she screwed the guy at the club, I acted like my view was not...
On the couch, she's sitting there, her head turned slightly towards me, and listening. We've been talking for over an hour, her and me and Emma. Emma's in the kitchen, fetching refills for the gin and tonics that have slowly moved our moods, together, from a nervous awkwardness into something more intimate, more pleasurable, closer. A moment later, Emma re-...
It was in October fairly close to Halloween. Steve was with a girl who was just a friend. Stef was also there, and was with a guy who was just a friend. The 2 met, and hit it off greatly. Stef couldn't help but notice that Steve was wearing white pants, with striped underwear beneath. She spent a big part of the night checking out his underwear. She wished s...
In the 80s and early 90s boudoir photos were the rage; women of all shapes and sizes were spackling on a dollop of makeup, squeezing into their sexiest black lace teddies and heading to Glamour Shots, hoping to recapture that spark or maybe create a little fire in the bedroom. Lying in bed one night my husband asked me if I had ever thought about posing for...
Miranda and best friend Jane wandered down the dark and abandoned lane together quietly giggling. Their weekend jaunts away from home, over the back fence and into the long flowing meadows of wheat and barley was their escape from the nurses uniform they were all too frequently dressed in and taken out of. The two friends skipped through the backstreets of t...
N.B. 'When the Pandora's box is opened, beware...you may not like what you let out' ...welcome to the second third of 'When Wishes Come True'. * The baking heat of the summer heat soaked Shorehaven in a warmth that was both relaxing and enlivening, even as the night was dark and far from young. It was a night of peace, a night of smiles, and a night of ple...
Continued... A couple of rounds later and I was feeling no pain. I had been trying, to no avail, to convince my friend that she should take a page from Jenny's book and do some body shots on the bar. I even offered her twenty bucks - not that generous, I know, considering she had paid me thirty for my underwear. We were both just observing the crowd and the...
The divorced professor, whose dormant sex life was brought back to life, sailed through six days of regular humdrum lecture, letting his mind ruminate on his recent steamy encounter with his unattractive ex-student and her offer to let him watch her have sex with her girlfriend. The date was for Friday evening, which was today, and he could hardly wait to fi...