We went out for breakfast every Sunday my wife and I. I loved breakfast and my wife did not so I had breakfast and she had lunch. While at breakfast I flirted, as I always did, with the young waitress'. It's something I had always done. I remember, in the past, my friend telling me, that waitress is into you. My reply, "That girl works for tips," I said. "It...
In my youth I attended a private boys school in the United Kingdom where I received the best education money could buy. My classmates and I were preparing for our A-Level exams due to be administered at the end of this semester. Receiving an A-Level certificate is highly regarded, but did require an additional year of schooling for young men 18 and 19 years...
"Now! Tell me is there anything that I can tell you to make your life more comfortable?" The drive futanari asked as I looked out the window. The car thudded as it ran down the freeway, I looked up to the smiling green-eyed black hair futa with slightly pan skin massive double d breasts and a small smile on her lips as I sighed. "No thank you....
————— This text was inspired (with her permission) by the work of u/soft-n-slow of Reddit's r/gonewild. ————— Part 2 A few days before. Emilia woke up yet again more than an hour before she needed to. She stared up at the ceiling of her small one-bedroom apartment, the gray morning light peeking in through the Venetian blinds. It didn't look like going...
It was between my freshman and sophomore years in college. I had returned home and to earn money for tuition had gotten a job, thanks to some connections through my uncle, with the local public works department. Being a civil engineering major some parts of this were really useful, others just hard no thinking work, and then still others very educational in...
Disclaimer: All characters over 18. Jenine The spirit of those, who don't let themselves tyrannized, is always free! Therefore you must put a fight and you must feel pain as evidence that tyrants noticed you. So I hesitated only a very little before turning room 35, the supposed site of love unholy in every way, into battlefield. I was expected there b...
"I can't write." I see and hear that a lot from the widest variety of people. They don't like it or they "can't" do it. College students are the worst. After public speaking, expository writing has got to be the most hated class. There's a simple reason why. Once something has been written down someone else comes along and puts red marks all over the p...
From down the long hall, he could see her walking, and his eyes widened as they did every time he saw her. No big surprise. He was 18, all tall and gangly, a raging mass of hormones. He hadn't really dated, hadn't really kissed or made out with a girl, much less anything more intimate. He had seen some smut and jerked off regularly, so had vague ideas as to...
The year was 1968 and I was a naive 18 year old male virgin. Up until that point in my life my sexual experiences had been limited to brief closed mouth kissing and no touching except for hugging. Oh, I did spend a lot of time jerking off in my bedroom! * I have never told anyone about that hot August weekend so unless Mary told someone no one knows. I hav...
The next morning, Tommy discovered how wonderful it is to wake up with a gorgeous nude woman lying against you. He and his aunt made love again when they got to bed, then fell asleep, exhausted. He awoke refreshed after a night of sound sleep. Morning daylight streamed into the bedroom. Tommy looked at his aunt's face, relaxed in sleep, a soft smile on her...