*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an Editor and no, I do not want an Editor. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yes this is stupid shit and yes, I su...
Last Friday, my wife came home from her Teaching job and informed me that we were meeting her new friend and husband for drinks tonight. She know this annoys me when she does these last minute things but I agreed to meet them. I am a Lawyer and my wife is an Elementary Teacher. She is a 34, 5'3'' blonde that turns men's heads whenever we are out. She is als...
"So... Megyn... what do you think about my idea to spice things up around here?" "What about you Gretchen?" "Uh huh... and you Katie?" I'm leaning back in my very comfy office chair, asking my three main ladies Gere at the Network how they feel about my idea of having a fan raffle each day, so a lucky fan can come up to Fuck You TV and fuck their favorite...
I leaned against the wall. I leaned because if I had not I would have fallen. My head was spinning a bit and I felt for all the world like I was going to just go to sleep right where I stood. Needless to say, I had been drinking. I had been drinking a lot. I had no idea how much I had drank, or what I had been drinking. People just kept handing me glasses an...
"It can never happen again," she had said. The words rang in his head like a bell continuously as Tim Wallace went to work every day. In a lot of ways his job at the Seattle marketing agency, Branson Tanner, hadn't changed much over the past several weeks. He continued to fulfill his role as an Art Director, he continued to prank fellow co-workers, and he re...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: "Jilnar Jardaly's Hot Buttered Buns" ***** Greetings and salutations, my friends. I'm Paul. I noticed there's a lot of Jilnar Jardaly worshipers around here so I thought you all might like to read how she inducted me into he...
Tom slept late on Day III, St. Maarten. He awoke at 8, late for him. He was exhausted, having spent Monday shopping in St. Thomas, and that night with 3 women in 2 separate events. He showered, went to full breakfast, not just the buffet, wanting to slow his pace down and enjoy the luxury of cruising. He was randomly assigned a table as he entered the Dinin...
"Michael." As soon as I heard that word being cooed in a sweet dulcet tone I knew that she wanted something. Smiling I turned to see what I was to be saddled with. Janie was a friend of mine. She'd friend-zoned me on the day we met, and I'd never got past that stage, which was a bit of a disappointment, but you can't win them all. "Janie, love," I said. "...
I woke up the next morning with dried body fluids gluing me to the carpet and smelling like sex. My jaw was sore, my knees had carpet burns on them, my asshole felt like it had a sunburn, and my back hurt from sleeping on the floor. This was becoming kind of a habit. I sat up and took a deep breath, then clambered to my feet being careful not to smash my bal...
I used to spend a lot of time at the beaches in Malibu. Turquoise-blue waves, white sand, gorgeous surfers with bronzed bodies and Sun-bleached hair. It felt so good to be surrounded by other beautiful people! We played volleyball, swam in the ocean, made sand mermaids and hung out at random little spots along the PCH. My friends loved to have fun and knew p...