*Trigger Warning* The following story has elements of dubious consent/nonconsent. Read with caution. *** My upcoming date with Andre was all I could think about. I had been preparing for it all week, ever since he asked me. He was the most well-known athlete at my college and word on the street was that he was being heavily recruited by the NBA. He was ta...
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The bed was wet with my squirt juice but I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it except lay there, stunned, in my own filth. It was the same fantasy I'd been having lately that had brought me the orgasm that turned into a tidal wave. It was a fantasy I had found myself turning to more and more as the weeks passed. I hadn't told John what had been maki...
Disclaimer: I have removed all of the fake blog names and replaced them with [fake blog name removed]. Please read around this inconvenience. * [name removed] said: I had a weird wet dream that I met you in real life and I became your slut protege and it was crazy anyway, love ur stories * "Did you say your name is Jenni?" I asked her. I looked over her...
This story is the continuation of the story, "Like a Sister," also published here. ***** I couldn't believe that I had slept with Neysa! For days after we had sex all I could do was think of it. I would flashback to the way her eyes had turned from sweetness to naughty in mere seconds. I would replay her smile in the back of my mind as I imagined myself wr...
Jenny was still fucking single and she wasn't happy about it. She had been the maid of honor in six weddings that year and she was sick of it. When was it going to be her turn to be the bride? When would she get to plan her dream wedding with the man of her dreams? She wasn't sure and she was tired of waiting around and wondering. She looked around the crowd...
This story has been bumped to the front of the line in exchange for payment and is being posted with permission from the requester. *** It had been a long day of school and work as I wearily climbed out of my car and grabbed my backpack and work satchel from the passenger seat to carry inside. I really hoped my father wasn't in the mood to talk like he som...
Jonah wasn't a big fan of his wife's bridge club. It meant that he would be displaced from his own living room, kitchen, and dining room and his wife and her bridge club friends would take over. Sure, Nancy made sure he had his favorite pizza and beer and a nice spot in the den where there was a TV so he could sulk in his anger where her friends couldn't see...
Trigger Warning This story contains sexual play involving urine. Please read carefully. * It was a golden afternoon, the sun hanging overhead in the California sky. Sophie was a California girl, but she wasn't blonde, nor did she have sun-kissed highlights. She was petite, barely over five-feet tall and her hair was smooth and dark. Her hands were shaking...
It was getting late when Natalie was about to lock up the shop. She could see a bearded man walking briskly toward the door. She groaned inwardly, not wanting to risk the man hearing her through the thin plates of glass that graced the front door of the hair salon. He grabbed the door handle just before she had the chance to lock the door. He pulled it open...