My name is Steve. I met Zach at college. We were roommates. He was working towards a film degree and I was working on my Business degree. It was almost inevitable that we two horny young guys would hit on the idea of a porn business. We started a web site and specialty videos store. After our first year we were making money hand over fist and not worrying to...
"What am I doing here? This is wrong. I should go." But no matter how she tried to rationalize to herself what she was doing there, she couldn't take her mind off the task that lay before her. This *was* wrong. It was breaking every rule in the book. But she just had to see; she just had to find out what it was like. She approached his office door, shaking...
He chose my outfit for the evening, a skirt so short It barely covered my ass. It was a red plaid skirt, more punk than schoolgirl, but paired with a white button-up shirt. I was allowed no panties and he pulled a black bra from my drawer. I blushed as I thought of how it would show through. I put on a touch of make-up, including the reddest lipstick I own a...
You look around and see some familiar faces from your village, but most you don't recognise. Girls and young women - the older ones dressed in revealing grey silk, the youngest in white. Your dress is red. The tight mass of young bodies is being ushered through a dark corridor towards two large doors. A voice yells and all the girls stop. "When you enter, k...
Ben finished the third of a six pack of Bud cans and decided calling the boss a "corporate fucking whore" was probably the wrong approach. He was sitting on the gray carpet of the empty living room in his completely empty house. A perfect ending to a perfect day, he thought. Janet's forwarding address was still taped to the door of the empty fridge. She'd pr...
Editor's Note: This story will make the most sense if read after "New in Town". This story contains an unfaithful wife and cuckoldry. Second Instance After that night at Susan and Mark's, our sex life found a new gear. Charlotte and I had sex every day, sometimes multiple times a day. I was receiving a blowjob at least once a week and never had to ask for...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. * It was a small store located on a backstreet in downtown Tam...
It was with a fair dose of fear and trembling that I approached my first threesome. Thankfully, the experience proved to be mind-blowing in the most subtle and delicious ways. But I'm getting ahead of myself. The year was 1982, I had just moved to New York City, and my thirty-something hormones were raging full bore. There had always been curiosity about gr...
Based on Chaucer's Canterbury Tales Prologue Three Mistresses are lounging around the pool, chatting and laughing, while their three sissy maids stand by to attend to them. Big breasted in a white string bikini, redhead Mistress Reeve is enjoying a foot massage from one of the sissies at the side of the pool. Lady Night, raven-haired with an alabaster whit...
Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual s...