I'd like to thank you all for the reception this story has been given. I've been asked about the story straying into non consent, and I'm afraid this chapter has some of it too. But I'm going to keep it in this category because its main theme fits here. All mistakes are mine. All people, places and institutions are made up, this story in no way reflects real...
Champagne hangovers were the worst. Generally Jake didn't drink the stuff but on this occasion. His mouth felt like the bottom of a bird's cage and all he wanted was liquid. Standing shakily he made his way to the door in an unfamiliar house. Winding down the stairs he entered the kitchen and opened the fridge, relieved to see the bottles of cola in the doo...
Brittany Clarkson was playing volleyball in gym class today with all of the other senior students. She was really the only one hitting and chasing after the ball for some reason. She had known the reason. It was because everyone else including the gym coach, Coach Phillip was gawking at her enormous sport bra cased tits. They would bounce and wobble and jus...
November was a terrible month for me. Sales were slow, money was sparse and my attitude gloomy. I was fidgety and I needed relaxation and companionship. I usually don’t like bars, but I decided to go down to the local restaurant for a drink. And who knows, I might get lucky. I went to the local El Torrito restaurant a few blocks away. It was your typical f...
I watched as the sun peaked it's brilliant orange head up over the horizon. I marveled at the colors of the sky, all the reds, purples, and blues indicating the dawning of a new day. I hadn't been able to sleep in days, and the only thing that had kept me going was to watch the sunrise as I sat on my front porch, a cup of coffee in hand, and a notebook on...
Mark could not believe how his life had changed since his wife died. In his teenage years he fantasized and dreamt of a life where he would have many horny women lusting after his body. Reality had been far different to those teenage dreams until his wife died in that lonely car accident. He smiled at himself in the mirror as he looked for evidence of Sall...
Lisa's body tingled as she stepped from the taxi and paid the driver, she could feel the cool breeze caressing her legs through her stocking but that wasn't what was making her wet, bald pussy tingle. It had been only 2 days since she got the cryptic phone message from her lover, 'Meet me at the Grand Hotel Thursday night, 8PM, dress to impress and be ready...
"So when do the games begin? I'm not here for the gossip, just for the hot, real action." "Hold your thick horse with both hands, you stud." replied my wife, Sue. "We promised a good time, but no one said anything about 'action', whatever that means to you." She knew very well what it meant and that at least one of the wives would introduce her pussy to fou...
*** It is 1917 in the heat of the Russian Revolution. Watching Natasha speak to other men at a social gathering has made Borya jealous and insecure. Natasha reassures him with a fabulous blowjob..in public.*** Glowing lamplight illuminated the front of the Tretyakov Gallery under the black autumn night sky. It was a Friday, and a crowd of people stood about...
This is my first story, and it is true, mostly. I have embellished it, and changed the girls' names. I hope to write more stories soon, and as such, I covet your feedback. ***** Her name is Gina; she is 23 years old, in a common-law relationship and she studies political science at a local community college in night classes, and until recently, she was une...