As the game ended the girls wended their way to the Harrison Roadhouse. This bar was in walking distance from the football stadium as well as from the girls' dormitory. Given its locale the bar was very popular to MSU students and particularly after a football game on a Saturday afternoon the place was extremely crowded probably exceeding the fire marshal's...
Disclaimer. The following story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Any resemblance of characters to real people or plot lines to real events is purely coincidental. Also, I know you're horny - but please practice safe sex. Comments, tips and constructive criticism are most welcome. Complaints and nonconstructive criticisms are most definitel...
Author's Note: Hi all, I'm back with another story about sexy succubi. This one is going to be a multi-part series as well, as I have so many ideas for these two going forward. This is a work of fiction, so any resemblances to real people, places, or events are completely coincidental. As always, all characters in this story are 18 or older. Now that that's...
Hi, my name is Katie. I am 20 years old and I attend a very competitive Boston area college. I had always been a nice girl. I made it through high school as an honor student and with my sexual reputation intact. My first two-plus years of college had been a purely academic endeavor. Of course, that was the plan. I had plenty of opportunities for sex, but I...
If my family knew I were doing this, they'd kill me and then dig me up and kill me all over again. Oh, well. What they don't know can't hurt them. My name is Rana Al-Sharif and I'm a young woman of Saudi Arabia descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I'm in my first year at Humber College, and I've experienced a brand new world since moving to Ontari...
I took a few minutes to gather myself as I heard Dana turn on the shower. The events of the last day had been both inexplicable and incredible. My wife and I were generally conservative people, no particular kinks or fetishes to speak of. But all of that had changed over the last 24 hours. Jason, our likely-NFL bound roommate had, over the last two nights, g...
"Get up," Robin said. "For what?" Cynthia groaned. "It's Sunday," Robin said, "or did you drink and fuck away your memory of Friday?" Cyn groaned. She definitely had a hangover and didn't want to deal with the new imperious, challenging Robin. Then her words registered and Cyn's memory returned; she'd followed her roommate out to find out where she wen...
Normally all it takes is their immediate reaction upon seeing me at their door for me to be able to guess what kind of weekend I'd have. If they're unsure or regretting their decision, it usually shows in that moment, even if they try to hide it. When that happens, I'd cringe on the inside knowing that I'd have an uncomfortable or just plain boring weekend....
By our final year of college, the Friday night dinner has become a tradition for us. It started late in year one, when some of the more culinarily challenged members of our group, like Nadia and Dani, complained that they haven't had a good home-cooked meal in ages. Nate, my ever-so-useful roommate, volunteered me to cook for them because I apparently impres...
I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked hot. Not porn star big-titted bimbo hot, but much more than plain Jane girl next door cute. That's just what I was going for. It was the last weekend of summer after all. Not on the calendar, but everyone knows the fun of summer really ends with Labor Day. Brad and Jason were throwing a party at their apartment to c...