It took about five seconds until we were in his bedroom with the door closed. His room was fair sized, but his king-sized bed made it seem small, just like his king-sized body. It felt cozy and comfortable in his room, despite being a total bachelor dive. I leaped up onto his bed without hesitation and curled up on his pillows like a kitten curling up in a b...
It's always hard to describe yourself. You tend to see yourself through flattering eyes that quite possibly hide your flaws. This is not a problem for me. I've been told rather pointedly what I look like. Often enough for me to believe most of it's probably reasonably close to fact, so I'll just pass on what others say. I'm big. Not fat, mind you, just big....
There's something about that delicious little zing you get running up your spine when you do something wrong that's hard to beat. When I was little, I waited until sundown to throw a leg over the neighbor's low fence, creep across the yard, and gently cup and twist from the branch that low-hanging, sun-ripened apple I'd watched fatten and blush all week long...
This is the sequel to Flirting With Protocol, which is a suggested first read. There's more story than sex, but I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! xo, L&L *-*-*-*-* On their way back to Callie's house, she had filled Ryann in on the changing room incident with Michael, leaving out the details of her leaving the curtain open and how hard his c...
Mike had left me to rest in his bed after demolishing me with his cock. He laid me down into his huge body groove and tucked me in under his gigantic blanket. It was pretty cute. Then he'd left to go clean up the mess we'd made in the kitchen. A cracked cabinet and a pool of sex juice; it definitely could've been worse. Before long I heard Aron come home an...
As analytical as Lacey could be, it surprised some people that she had decided to write her thesis on the elusive Bigfoot. For months now, Lacey had been interviewing people claiming to have had encounters with the mysterious creature. She had logged hours of videotape and more hours transcribing. More recently she had moved to the next phase of her thesis,...
As always: Thanks to "alpineskier" for editing. Thanks to "Doc" for story advice. All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!) Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter A young couple is walking down the halls of the art museum. They are both graduating from State college in a month. He is graduating Suma...
"Fuck Me like a tranny whore" the ad read. Adeline was taken aback especially since this was the "women for men's" section of Craigslist. Somehow in her prudish southern upbringing complete with mint julep and iced teas sipped in the hot Georgia sun she had missed the memo. Adeline was in Chicago now and alone and every moment that passed she became more kee...
I can remember the first time I laid eyes on her. I was walking down the hall way of my high school on the first day of the new school year when I saw a buddy of mine talking to her. It seems strange when I think about it, but she is the only clear memory of that day. My classes, the hallway, even my friend seemed like a blur it was if her beauty shone so br...
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