You and I are here for a reason: smut. I write it, you read it; maybe you write some of your own as well, you poor masochist. Smut is a good thing: it lets us live our naughtiest fantasies without fear, effort, or the money it would take to get a girl to let us do THAT to her. It makes us happy. And, of course, it makes us horny and hopefully aids in the rel...
Everyone was tired so we slept in today. Nothing lost since it was raining outside. Everyone was being lazy not wanting to get started. We just sat around the table and talked. Eventually I said, "This is boring we need to find something to do." Everyone elected me to go down and check the weather out. I wrapped the towel around me and walked down to the ele...
He lowered his head and took her lips, grabbing her hair to hold her head still, he licked and nibbled, but when she still kept her mouth closed to his advances, he pulled her head back. "Open your mouth to me, or I'll hurt you" He tipped her head back, again pulling her hair, her mouth fell opened and he plunged his tongue inside, twisting and mating with...
Chapter 18: Celebrating The End OF The Exams I sat my last exam on Thursday morning. Afterwards, Katie, me and a few friends decided a drink (or two) to celebrate would be in order so, after stopping for a quick bite of lunch, we headed on up to Rose Street to do just that. Fortunately, the weather had actually brightened up a bit by then so we were able t...
At my last job I got involved with a lab technician. She was a couple of years younger than me, with long, blonde hair. She was a black belt in a judo, so her body was extremely fit and shapely. Around work, she always wore extremely short skirts, which just drove me wild. One Sunday, she came round my house to see me. It was a hot day, and had turned up w...
"And that class is the way you generate the positive ions necessary for the growth of your bacteria colonies"droned Mr. Hendricks. Zeke Jordan faded in between consciousness in his Biotech class as the teacher explained the finer details of bacteria colony cultivation, but truth be told his thoughts were elsewhere. It was May 3rd the day before his eightee...
My name is James Hyperion. The year is 2030. I am ninety years old. I am dying. Nothing can change that fact. That's okay because I am a man who has led a very fulfilled life. I was born in Atlanta, Georgia, in the year 1940. The eldest son of a poor African-American family. Nevertheless, I did fairly well for myself. I won a scholarship to the Georgia Insti...
Let me take a moment to say I am not a size queen. I love cock. All shapes, all sizes. My husband has a beautiful 8 incher. My lover, at about half that, just hits all my right spots and makes my toes curl and legs shake consistently. We connect in ways I don't with anyone else and that's part of what makes the sex so great. Use what you got like a master an...
Mistress Jamie has been keeping watch over me. She read my story and has responded. This is her message to me. ------------------------------------------------ "I can't believe the new levels of boring these conferences have reached." You think to yourself as you take a vacant stool at the bar. "What can I get ya?" asks a female voice. "Damn! She is mighty...
Right up there with certain areas of Los Angeles, Detroit, New Jersey, and New York, along with a few dozen other places, I live in one of the most dangerous cities in the United States. I have 26 distinct gangs identified by the police where I live. No, it's not Boston. I moved from Boston a few years ago to afford my dream house. I bought a small mansion,...