Chapter 3: Can I help you? "CAN I HELP YOU?" I find a peeping tom watching me go at it and my first response is 'can I help you?' I'm more messed up than I thought. Pants on the floor, the remnants of an almost orgasm scattered all over the bed, and I'm doing some mental head smacks for leaving my first floor window wide open. My peeper is Kevin Miller. K...
I was still thinking about that night weeks later, fucking both Lara and Sabine out of nowhere. I had left after my encounter with Sabine. She had suggested I not stay around much longer that night, dryly laughing about how I had caused enough fucking trouble. I had to agree, I had indeed. But even she had to admit I'd had some help along the way. Weeks h...
The only thing better than a three day weekend, is when the kids have camp, the wife has to work on Monday, and you don't! Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but on occasions like this when I have the house to myself, I get to indulge my craving for golden showers. I've always loved the feeling of being pissed on, and have had many wet sex relationships...
The University of Colorado, Boulder. Xander Coyne had made the drive in a car borrowed from his brother Fergus. His own car subject to auto repair after he and Stacy Puma damaged it during a sexual free for all on the hood and rooftop. His insurance rates were already through the roof. Making the trek with him was his accomplice Stacy herself. Opting to tr...
This story is based on real people; I've taken some literary license with the characters and events. Sorry, there are no graphic sex scenes in this story. Constructive critiques and comments are hoped for and more than welcome. If you like or even dislike this story please comment or send me an email. Your comments, emails, and votes/ratings will help me to...
Prologue: This is a prequel to my story "Taking Her Virginity." In this story, I describe how I lost my virginity! Although all names have been changed, this is a true story. * My junior year in high school had just finished. With the summer ahead, I didn't anticipate much excitement in the next few months of holiday. Little did I know that by the end of t...
As I watched her walk toward the front of the room I had a hard time believing that anyone who looked so innocent and angelic could stand in the front of this room and admit to being one of us. But then I should know by now that all kinds of people have our problem. Among us are a doctor, a minister, a ministers wife (not related), several government officia...
This is a story about my wife's experiences at a Fraternity party during the 1980's. I met and married Celia, my wife, while in college. I was a star football player who realized the NFL was not in my immediate future. I had reasonable good grades and after graduation went to work in the insurance field. Celia had worked throughout her college years in a ban...
RING RING RING. Thunk. Quiet. RING RING RING. Chris looked up with one eye. His digital clock was 4:29 a.m. Is this worth it?, he asked himself, sprawled out on his dorm bed. Across the room, his roommate Kevin was sound asleep. RING RING RING. Chris answered the phone. "GET UP JERK-OFFS! GET UP! YOUR MISSION IS IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING CAMPUS SQUARE....
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