Ken Garcia had known Danita Mitchell for three or four years, but he hadn't really known her. Which is to say, he knew her because she dated and went to parties with men he knew, so he talked to her, but that was as far as it had ever gone. Ken had heard a little about her in that time, mostly from her. She dated in those four years three men whom he knew,...
"Hello? Dear? No, I'm doing fine. I'm running, why else do you think I'm panting! Anyway, have you finished my homework already? Ok thanks, dear! See you tonight," Athena said as she hung up on her boyfriend, Steve. She tossed her phone on the bed as she rode harder on fuck buddy number 3's dick. With her hands on his toned tummy, she could only smirk as she...
She was too young for me, twenty-two ... twenty-three maybe. I had her by a good fifteen years. We never dated as such; we just fucked a lot. It started when I had loaned her a truck to move her stuff from a college apartment into her 'first job' apartment. Her mom was a neighbor, a friend. When she returned the truck she brought along a couple of bottles o...
My mistress has some... interesting ideas sometimes, and I'm always left amazed at how deep the levels of her imagination run, at least when it comes to finding new ways to explore deep into my psyche. She'd been doing things in the playroom for a few evenings, telling me that I could see it when she was ready - and I was certainly curious. A few larger pac...
Jake was a nice guy. He really was. Not in that "nice guys finish last" kinda way. Not like a Reddit troll. Just an awkward, autistic 27-year-old who was still hopelessly virginal. Even after reaching out over text and asking a female friend if she'd mind helping him with his "problem" as politely as he could...she'd refused. Ok, maybe he was a Nice Guy (™...
The last couple of weeks had been hectic for us. Between his overtime at work and my final University exams getting closer and closer, we had barely even seen each other, never mind anything else. It had been so long since He had used me I was beginning to worry that I would implode from my desperation to feel Him inside me again. So when I came home to find...
Author's Notes: More futa on male stuff. If that isn't your thing, you've been warned. To the rest, I do plan on finishing this up with a third chapter but it might take a little while to settle on an ending. ***** "Uh, cream?" Kaleb stuttered. Sitirri chuckled. "For your coffee?" The Amazonian succubus clarified. "Oh, just a little please." Kaleb chuck...
She tapped her short-trimmed nails impatiently on the edge of her tablet, glanced at the clock, then around the room. It was a small space, bare, and white -- just like everywhere else. Everything was white here, everything made from the ubiquitous milk-white resin. There were eight in her study group, all focused on their tablets, some sitting erect and s...
Mrs. Scott and I had met through the internet. We had spoken over the phone several times, chatted a bit online, and had decided to arrange a meeting. I am a professional Dom, and she had sought out my services. She was an older girl, in her mid-40s, and seemed to be having some kind of mid-life crisis. Her children were grown up, her husband having an affai...
Doug opened the door to the waiting room and walked in. The antechamber was small, and it was made even more cramped by the baskets of toys lining the shelves and the magazines scattered across the low coffee table. The door to the next room was closed, so he sat down on the couch, set his backpack down on the floor between his legs and picked up a People ma...