"Why are you looking so downhearted, Jackie," Mr. Ambrose asked. "Dad, I'm eighteen, a high school graduate, working full time for the summer, going to college in the fall and I haven't ever been laid. "My heart bleeds for you," was his father's mocking reply. "I can sympathize with you but I can't help you." Mr. Ambrose continued. "Actually, Jackie, your...
Before I tell you my story, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am a freshman in college. I live in a small dorm by myself (don't ask me how that miracle occurred). I have always been a straight A student. I am not the type to break the rules, but desperate times call for desperate measures... I looked up after finishing my homework last Wednesday...
(Sigh) I guess that I had better get to it. My mind is a mess of jumbled emotions . My problem, you see, is my marriage. You notice I did not say my wife, I'm not so foolish to place all of the blame for our unhappiness on her. I'm sure that I share at least part of that blame, although her reaction to our unhappiness was extreme, to say the least. Ok, from...
As Madeline snapped her fingers, she imagined what her dream bedroom would look like. Now that she had incredible powers, she wanted to put them to the test. Just before she snapped her fingers, Madeline was looking around her room. The room itself was not even that big, she had enough room for a full sized bed and a dresser and nightstand, and even then it...
I had been masturbating vigorously for many weeks following my encounter at Melinda's place. The thoughts of what I experienced that evening were a wonderful source for some very dirty and beautiful fantasies about her for some time afterwards. What I had experienced was direct contact with several pairs of her soiled, smelly panties. Those deep, brown di...
As Mitch and I drove back to Seattle he excitedly told me of his night with "Karen" the hot chick he'd been making out with when last I saw him. Evidently she was a nasty one and he'd had the night of his life. I was not ready to tell him the truth about the "Cumbox" so I lied and made up a story about a girl I met at a different house, letting him believe h...
Anna came home from a long busy day and slipped the heels off of her tired feet. The temperature inside the dark apartment was almost as cold as it was outside. Glumly, she flipped on the kitchen light, turned up the heat and made her way to the laundry room. Despite her mood, she smiled as she tossed the soiled sheets and panties from the night before int...
It was a nothing out of the ordinary Saturday summer afternoon. I was sitting in the chair watching the Cubs game, Tiffany my wife was downstairs taking care of the laundry. After the sixth inning was over I had to go take a leak. As I started to go I was wondering to myself how long I had been holding it, I hadn't went this much since the drinking days of...
My mother had gone shopping. I expected her to be gone at least an hour, maybe two, but at least one. She was having a diner party on Saturday evening for three or four of her best girlfriends where they would sit around, drink wine and whine about how badly they had been mistreated by their, here fill in the blanks, husbands, boyfriends, brothers, fathers,...
Joe & Karen Ch. 5: Room With A View After reading some of my hubby's stories, and his accounts of things we'd experienced, I thought I'd try my hand at sharing an event that happened to me recently. Joe has been busy lately and I don't think he has been visiting the site. This submission will be a surprise for him to discover(sooner or later). It's been a...