It's an age old story. The names of the young man and woman involved are irrelevant to it's telling, so you may call them whatever you like. They are two undergraduates attending other people's graduation ceremonies when they properly meet. They may have seen each other around campus quite a bit over the academic year but have never actually spoken till toda...
I clasp my white bra in front of me and lift them up to cover my slowly burgeoning breasts. The cups lift up each breast, pronouncing them and creating a cleavage. Looking in the mirror I see me, Nora, the girl with long tousled morning hair, little makeup, and the light blue panty band showing over my sweatpants. I hug my waist and smile at my reflection, f...
Reagan was horny. Well, Reagan was always horny. She didn't quite know why, but she knew that it hadn't seemed to be quenched in her four years of college. And her friend Michael wasn't helping her situation. His calls and emails and instant messages didn't alleviate her wetness. It just caused more. More desires. More fantasies. More realities. He was a...
John couldn't believe it. His mum had won a holiday to Ibiza from a competition off the back of a box of cornflakes. First, she'd told him she wasn't going to take him, which wasn't such a huge shock. The prize was for two and of course she'd take her boyfriend, that arsehole Roger. But then, instead of having three weeks on his own, she'd asked her old frie...
A week and a half passed by and we were planning a hotel party at one of the local hotels. We had done this a few times, with a few people, not like a big event or anything. I started to think about it, and I noticed how Leah usually spent a good ten minutes in the bathroom only minutes before bed, and thought to myself, "Could she be...?" Finally the date f...
Mr King was a short, effeminate, man in his mid-fifties. He worked in the same department store where I had just landed my first job after high school. If you were to see Mr King sitting in a bar or a diner he would not attract your attention. There was nothing special about him at all, in fact, he was an insignificant, little man, whom most people dismissed...
Dr. Gaylove, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Black Load Pt. 1 ***** As I came back up for air, gasping and gagging and spitting all over the 10", stiff, glistening black cock in front of me - standing erect and proud for the whole world to see like a dark pillar of dominance, a symbol of manhood and all that is virility, dripping potent see...
That night had been more sex than she ever thought possible in one night. She was quite sore from the all-night sex-fest the boys had had with her, so she decided to spend this evening enjoying alternative sexual explorations with her guys. All three were now quite obsessed with their now blossoming erotic affair, as all lovers discover when they begin a new...
Please read Part 1 before proceeding with this story Summary: Surma was a haughty, high society, over smart girl. Rakesh was a middle class, not so smart boy who was in love with Surma. He had lusted after her for months before one day deciding to make his move. He forced himself on Surma during a school trip out of town and made passionate love to her. He...
My friend Matt has a beach house in Southern California. When he's away on business, he has me house-sit. His beach is a private one, unlike in Malibu, and he told me I could frolic topless, bottomless, be like a fish in the water, as no one ever comes by. He had a lovely tan, so I assumed he did it all the time. One afternoon, I decided to give it a try. I...