Sara and Jon's first meeting was literally explosive. Sara had never felt such deep animalistic lust in all her life! They had met at a wedding. He was the groom's cousin and Sara was a friend of the bride's. Sara hadn't noticed him at the actual ceremony but later, at the reception when the party was in full swing. He had been standing chatting with a group...
The dog let out his daily howl with way more vigor than twelve pounds should be capable of. The moon wasn't out, but he could hear my wife Sara coming home before her Mustang turned the corner. I said goodbye to my girlfriend online and rushed down the stairs to meet the car in the driveway. My wife is part of a Neo-Romantic group that is resurrecting and u...
As in any vocation, levels of competence differ between different sex workers. In respect of competence at her work, Sara excelled. Like many other escorts, she advertised herself on the internet, with photographs of her scantily clad body and a brief description of her character and specialist services repeated across a number of different escort pages – a...
(This is a sequel to "Get Yer Kit Off".) "The Piranha Bar?" I asked. "That's the bar my roommate Sara works at." "Oh yeah, you mean the one who likes to watch you walk around naked?" my friend Greg asked over the phone. "Um...yeah, something like that," I said, trying to hint that it was something more sexual, while wincing at the memory of my week of...
This is my submission for Halloween. It contents strong, violent content, and an incest theme. If this is not your cup of tea please move on. To those of you who stick around, I hope you enjoy it, and please remember to vote! Its what make this story count. * A long lean leg slipped from beneath the covers and dipped towards the floor. In the moonlight,...
Sara once again found herself seated in the leather wingback chair of her therapist's waiting room. Only a week had passed since she had snuck out through the back exit, box of gifted sex toys in hand, quite confident that she wouldn't be returning. She had returned, though, and her second visit to the quiet, comfortable waiting room had her feeling more rel...
Day 3 - Thursday The next morning I woke up alone. I got up, took a leak, went to the guest room, pulled on a pair of shorts and went to look for the ladies. I found Sara sitting at the kitchen table alone in a tee shirt that was even too big for her. It was down to her knees when she stood. The material was thin enough that I could see her areolas through...
J and Sara quietly peeked into the J and T's bedroom. Chris was standing at the foot of the bed, thrusting into T. Her breasts were vigorously swaying back and forth as he slammed into her, and she let out an adorable little squeak with every thrust. Chris paused and readjusted T so that her ass was pointed up and out, presented for him. "Mmm, Ok little on...
My girlfriend had not been happy when she saw Sara's friend request. After establishing she was a work friend, she had been wary of me accepting, and when I asked why she told me because Sara was "my type". I denied this profusely, of course, but Jasmine was right, my new work colleague was most definitely my type. She was only a little over five foot wit...
(Author Note: To some extent, this contest was supposed to have actually happened in the late 60s, although I don't recall at what college. I picked KU because that's where I went my first year. The story has obviously been embellished on for the reader's benefit. If I remember correctly though, the guy count is close to what was in the original story from t...