It was early April the winter bowling league was over and our team won the season. There had been a party like none I had ever seen before. The top three teams took over the Old River club. This is a small bar just a few yards from the river. Most of us live across the river in a different county. We can drink here at the River club and get across the river...
Is there any such thing as a truly platonic relationship? Most honest men will tell you "hell no". The rest will lie because they're trying to get some sex from a woman who's "just a friend." I suspect women know the deal as well, but most of them lie about it to protect the virtuous portrait of them that men like to paint. Like millions of people before th...
Author's note: I meet an e-mail friend at a nightclub and things heat up. I start things off and she'll end them. Special thanks to my co-author, Tiffany from Tenn. I begin the story... * * * * * I can see you and your friend from across the dance floor and wait until she goes to the bar for a drink until I make my move. The dance floor is crowded, with...
(If you have read any of my writings before, you know that I try not to put myself in too many places. This is possibly my most revealing story, not in a sexual sense, but more of a peek inside my mind. Alas, not really a quick stroking story. Please vote and let me know what you think.) It is common knowledge that the majority of my stories are written fro...
Aisha, my Monday girl. It has been a very busy and lucrative life since three of my pals decided to compete with the Chippendales, the group who gave a lot of happy women attending hen parties and the like, a great deal of naughty thrills. It struck me just how women can look at it (literally) and laugh whilst their male counterparts attending a strip club...
It should be no surprise to me that I ended up this way. The day started with everything going wrong, so why did I think it would end up better? What did that t-shirt say, "I'd be an optimist, but it just wouldn't work?" In some vain hope to make my day better I ended up, late at night, at the local combination strip club and adult bookstore. As I was watc...
Part 1: Ann Rohmer, Hot Property Author’s note: I have made some revisions based on comments from my readers. Thanks to all who have commented. My name is Jack Hart and I never thought that I would ever post about my sexual escapades on the Internet. In June 2002, I was in Toronto to attend the annual IdeaCity conference. IdeaCity is a chance for expert...
In addition to teachers, school dances were chaperoned parent volunteers. Jeanne just happened to be standing in the principal's office when she overheard the end of a conversation one of the secretaries was having with someone on the phone, one that concluded, "Why certainly Mr. Ashe, I'll make a note of it right away." She watched as the woman retrieved t...
(Inspired By "Surprise" [pic] by Imagination Station/Shyguy) by The Preve (Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit) On May 22, two thousand and something or other, the Strassberg Company Biolab suffered a catastrophe. Eric Rodriguez, a semi-employed and extraordinarily stupid plumber, fucked up royally when he misconnected two very important pipes. The lab...
Based on Chaucer's Canterbury Tales Prologue Three Mistresses are lounging around the pool, chatting and laughing, while their three sissy maids stand by to attend to them. Big breasted in a white string bikini, redhead Mistress Reeve is enjoying a foot massage from one of the sissies at the side of the pool. Lady Night, raven-haired with an alabaster whit...