CB: GOOD MORNING MO: hey how are u! CB: very good, thanks. u? CB: good to see you. MO: im good too MO: you here! CB: i like your dress. is it new? (its new to me) MO: yes is new!! CB: your lips and nails and dress are beautiful together. MO: mmm MO: what is your favorite color for a women CB: (and your eyebrows are just right, too) CB: for dress?...
NOTE: This story was written by a virgin who has never been with a girl. It's 100% fictional but the character of Mo in spirit is similar to me, the author. ***** Part 1: Intro ——————————————————— 'Sorry, Mo, I fell asleep last night,' said Kenzie. 'Ah, ok, no worries Kenzie!' replied Moawiya, called Mo by all, hiding his disappointment before saying, '...
Beautiful memories from summer days past will remain with me forever. My name is Roger, but everyone calls me "Big Rod." It isn't a reverse nickname, as my many lady friends will attest. I'm in good shape, handsome and athletic, and I enjoy partying until late into the night. I work in the restaurant industry, and for many summers I waited tables in a beach...
Brief Backstory: Picking up on previous accounts of Luther "The Root" Casey, it's the late 1970's and our well-hung hero is now a 19 year-old college student at a large Midwestern university. Having just completed his freshman year and recruited to play bass in a well-established local rock band, he has stayed on in the college town for the summer and is li...
4.11.2018 CHAT IN PM CB: hi. your lips are beautiful. MO: is for you! CB: i would like to hold your lower lip with my lips. MO: oh love is a great idea! CB: and then, i would count your teeth with my tongue. MO: ufff MO: so hot my love MO: tell me more CB: then i would let you touch my cock in my pants. CB: but just for a moment. CB: sorry, i have...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ "No, Mo. We're not wearing any Hijabs. Never!" "But, Carol,...
The smile on Needlepin's freckled face widened slowly until it became a grin, her fingers curling into the tousled mane of raven hair that bobbed between her thighs. "Mo! That feels amazing!" she said dreamily, her eyelids fluttering. "I told you it would," came the muffled reply from her crotch. Needlepin closed her eyes and pressed her head deeper into...
Mo looked down at my hand wrapped around his middle penis. I ask him if no one has ever touched his penis before, he told me no. I began to slowly jerk him off while talking to him. "Mo, where I come from, sex is a mutual thing, men can get pleasure as well as give it. Does this feel good Mo?" I told him as I slid my hand up and down his now growing jelly...
Maureen was working at my video store and it was closing time. I always went there at closing to cash out and make the deposit. We all called her Mo for short. She was a long time friend of my wife Lisa and had been working there for about a month and a half.. She was quite a character. Boisterous and bold, funny and wide open. She was 26 years old but her b...
"Shit Joe!" I snapped in angry embarrassment. "How many times do I have to remind you to put a rubber band on the doorknob!" "Oh wow!" my college roommate cried. "Sorry man!" "And must you always do it on the rug?" I complained. "Your bed it right there!" "I like the rug," he replied with a grin. I was tempted to tear into Joe for a long list of things t...