My name is Paul and I know that it is hard to believe but I came up with a great way to get women to fuck me. I trick them! I first had the idea when I was in high school and some of the hot girls from my school were talking about how they were looking for other girls to be roommates for college because they would never trust a guy and their parents wouldn'...
Chapter 3: Frankie's Night When we last left off, the roommates were getting to know each other on a personal level. Having wild and crazy sex in the hot tub. After the sex was over, the roommates headed to their rooms for a little shuteye. Robin and Cameran shared the same room with Frankie. However, she was the seventh roommate and wasn't around during th...
I moved to Florida in April. I moved in with some girlfriends of mine for a while until I found a place to call home. I work in an all guy field so there are a lot of hot guys. There was one guy in particular that I was interested in. There was something about him that was very erotic and exciting, but I wasn't sure what it was. He is about 5' 10" with dark...
I had sold shoes at the department store while going to college, and always enjoyed watching the good looking women and young ladies walk by as they went up the stairs to the "bridal loft" to try on gowns and dresses. I wonder how many of them put a little extra swing in their stride up those stairs because they new I was watching..... This particular Satur...
One day my wife Sharon announced that her friend Darlene, and Darlene's husband Bob, were coming to visit us the next weekend. Sharon and Darlene had been roommates in college, and I had met Darlene at our wedding a couple of years ago. She was from the Midwest and had a cute cowgirl accent and a very outgoing approach to life. I had thought at the time that...
Author's note: This is a true story of my first days as a single man. This and the subsequent stories are accurate recounting of actual events. Of course, the names have been changed for obvious reasons. *** In the early spring of 1980, my wife of 14 years and I separated. On cold, wet night in March, I grabbed some clothes and headed out. I ended up on th...
True story, names have been changed to respect privacy. All characters 18 years of age or older. * Memories of senior year in high school means different things to different people. Maybe the one shy introverted kid finally got the date with the one cheerleader, or maybe the unpopular girls got invited to a party at the popular girl's house. For me. though...
On any given street in any given neighborhood, there lives an empty house. No one really remembers how old the house is, usually reckoning that it's been there forever. It looks old, the yard unkempt, the eves and gutters slightly rusted, the paint slightly peeling in spots, or the windows a bit covered over by dust. No one really remembers when the people t...
It is late at night, everyone in the apartment lucidly appears to be fast asleep, or atleast your roommates are being quiet for once in their lives. The darkness of the night has already swallowed your room long time ago. The gentle ticking of your alarm clock is the only sound that fills your ears in this cold night. For what seems like the thousandth time,...
I was in my first year of Art School and kinda dating this guy Alan. By kinda I mean were seeing one another, but it seemed like he was more into being with his buddies than going out with me. He'd pop over after a night of partying and then leave early the next morning, it just wasn't clicking real well for me. One Saturday morning in May, Alan and his tw...