An uncontrollable grin swept over my face as I walked in to the pub. I didn't get the chance much these days. The lads went every week. It was smiles all round from the boys as we greeted and shook hands. Steve held out a cold pint ready and waiting for me. I awaited the normal banter about being under the thumb and working too hard. I liked the local pu...
This is my first story. I've never written about any of my encounters before, until recently when I've been wanting to re-live them in my head. I thought it would be an interesting story. Any feedback would be appreciated. Enjoy :] --------------------------------------------- It feels like I haven't been used in ages. I'm too much of a scared sissy. I fi...
Sharon and I went back into the main hall of the New Years Ball and mingled with the crowd. We drank more champagne and nibbled on food from the buffet. I could smell the cum that the guy I blew had left on my chest mixed in with the glitter I had on me and every now and then someone would look at me kind of quizzically and I knew that he or she could smell...
Attention shoppers: our restroom facilities will be temporarily unavailable while one of our Hypermart Associates scrapes the semen out of the grout. We pride ourselves in consistently achieving high standards of tidiness and we apologize for any inconvenience. *** I came for the ripe fruit. Juliette, my wife, had awoken that morning with a wild longing fo...
The story I'm about to tell you is quite true. It happened just a few months ago and even now, I'm not sure whether all that I'm about to tell you really did happen – or whether I've actually dreamt up some of it since! But anyway, let me begin: To be quite honest, I thought that public toilets had all but died out long ago. Public conveniences they...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the singers, record labels, musicians, places, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in...
Susan pulled her car up to the head-in parking space at the curb a half block from the address she had been given. On her cell, she called the number she had been given, and after a couple of rings, a woman's voice answered, "Hello, is that you, Susan?" "Yes, I'm here, parked a couple of doors down the street." "OK, come on over, knock on the door, and I'...
** The ad was on the fourth page of the newspaper's classified section. Small print, no header. Dr. Ana Von Gaarten, Ph.D. is seeking stories of anal sex for a sex study. Must be personal and must be well-detailed. If the story is accepted for inclusion into the study, the writer will receive $1,000 dollars and will be required to sign a waiver for publicati...
Chapter 3: Final Reckoning Rachel wasn't yet in her little chair behind her desk when I got to Karen's office. A part of me was glad that I didn't get to see her, but another part, the beast part, that wasn't impressed by far. I'd forgone wearing my boxers, because I knew the second I was inside her office, Karen would be over the desk firmly implanted on m...
Hey, my name is Ampara and my husband’s name is fudge. That’s right, the piece of fudge left me stranded in Connecticut with nothing because I was standing in the way of his affair with a bottle of cheap whiskey. Anyway, where was I? My name is Ampara and my husband’s name is asshole. I clean houses and that is the name of that game. Si, my job is housec...