Urban Oddballs: Bred to be a Bimbo Edited by Zoomie69, Thegreat_pretender, Bhorny The Minotaur massaged his brow as he stared at the profile on his phone. He looked up at the little green woman that sat before him and back at his phone again. "Okay, Miss...Gaxi. Is this a prank?" The little green woman looked at the frustrated bull with a confused expr...
As I mentioned in my bio we were involved in swinging "the lifestyle" for years. We've faded out of it but still keep some great friendships and every once in a while fall into a situation. See my story Blow jobs can be boring. We actually started before we married. The lifestyle is not what people think. It's not just fucking other people. There are a who...
This is what I'm hoping college will be like when I start, minus the cheating. I would never cheat on my gf, but it seemed to flow with the story, so I decided to include it. All characters are based on people I know, with accurate descriptions and real first names and nicknames. This is 100% fiction. * College so far had been very uneventful. I was a fre...
Urban Oddballs: Two cheeks One boss Edited by Thegreat_pretender "She can't live here...can she?" Gaxi asked, finding herself standing before a rather average sized pink house. Just to make sure, she took her phone out and texted Shawky. 'Hey Shawky...um, you said 4270 N Widows right? I'm in front of this pink house but...I can't ring the doorbell...I'm t...
"Skidder," murmured Gretchen, "why do your testicles feel funny?" He had just shot inside her tight pussy and they were lying in somebody's bed, recovering so they could fuck again. The "tits-out" party downstairs was in full swing and occasionally they could hear a voice they recognized. Their college friends, all in their third year, when they were allowed...
Day Five, Paris-Brittany Style Today was Friday and I was planning a hot last night. My cunt ached from eight poundings in four nights. Instead of going to a hotel I planned to be nothing more or less than a married total-slut out on Friday night. It would be heals, plenty of cleavage, my short red mini-skirt, no bra, panty-less. The best gig possible came...
Sir rang the doorbell and stepped back beside her on the stoop. She nervously leaned forwards, up onto her toes, then rocked back. With a knowing sideways smirk, he signalled her to be still as she waited. Under her windbreaker and twinset cardigan, her skin rose in goosebumps against the chill of the early evening - or was it the task that waited for her in...
When Diana returned from the gym, she called out a greeting and dashed upstairs to change. I sat down and bided my time, waiting patiently on the hunter green sofa in our family room. The bouts of rhythmic flexion Diana regularly forced her lean muscles to endure sometimes sparked the fires of her always smouldering physical desires. I smiled, a little anxio...
Chapter 3, Lindsey's Indifference Lindsey's View "Who the fuck is that?" Natasha asked me. I stood fuming in anger. I had broken up with Luke long before, so why did it bother me that suddenly he's on to some other bitch? "Lindsey?" Natasha asked me curiously. I watched as Luke conversed intimately with Cameron as if they knew each other. I saw the wa...
My boyfriend, Tom, invited me to a party at his fraternity house a couple weeks ago. I was there with three other girls. There must have been a dozen or more guys There was a lot of drinking, and Tom said we were going to have an initiation party for the two girls that were there for their first party. Me and one other girl. She was small and Asian, Vietname...