I realize you don't really know me. Maybe you've read my other stories or maybe this is your first click on something I've penned. Either way, I'm going to make a simple statement you can choose to believe or not: I'm not a racist. I grew up in an urban area in America around lots of people of different skin tones and belief systems. I work in an ethnically...
Author's Note: This is part seven of my ongoing epic. This is the start of the strip club arc! The strip club arc is where stuff really starts to take off. Expect lots of fun sexy hijinx ahead. Warning: this chapter is rated a lustier-than-normal R and includes, in part, boobs, easily distractible narrators, jiggling tits, lascivious bisexual besties, grea...
This happened some time ago, when I was a student. I was a member of the climbing club, and we had our annual dinner at an inn up in the hills some way away. Those of us too poor to pay for a bedroom all crashed out on the floor of a function room, some more drunk than others. I suppose there was about 20 of us, 50:50 men:women, some married, some playing th...
It was supposed to be a typical ski holiday. There's a chalet to rent and some travel company hires it and sets up a holiday package for young singles wanting to ski. This particular chalet had four bedrooms, two beds per room. Basically we were a group of eight strangers arbitrarily sharing a house. The only thing the agency did to ensure compatibility was...
LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Many thanks go to my editor Muledriver, and RF-Fast for polishing and enhancing. Any bad...
The bar was loud and raucous, crowds of college students hanging out and drinking on a Friday night after a long week studying. Music blared on the speakers and people squished around the bar counter all trying to order drinks. Katie Rich was sitting at a little booth table with a few of her girlfriends, chatting and gossiping over all the noise. They had a...
(This story involves a lot of humiliation of the main character, futa on male action, incest, and other fringe fetishes. If these aren't your thing turn back now. I also wanted to give credit and thanks to the artist Mafen for the above picture which helped inspire this story.) The hall is quiet. You were pretty sure nobody was at home. You creep carefully d...
I went to another wedding! Sally and Gary! I think it is a fairly non-exclusive contract, and they will still be enjoying others. Sarah was there - she has her own company, now. Sally told me that it was Sarah who told them what was obvious to everyone else about their relationship. (Well done, Sarah, again.) And I learned that Sally Rand was just her stage...
It isn't like being with a boy. Boys are easy. I know how to flirt with them. I have 30 + years of experience. I'm pretty sure I flirted with my next door neighbor—one year my senior—while we were still in diapers. Then he went off to kindergarten while I stayed home, we both made new friends, and we hardly spoke again. My point? I like boys. Always have....
In my experience, the kind of guy who writes an essay entitled "What Women Want" has been to bed with lots of women -- maybe a hundred or more. I haven't. I've petted and played with a few in high school and college, but I've actually fucked exactly three; the number between 2 and 4, and I was married to two of those. How presumptuous of me to write this es...