When I married my dream goddess I had no idea that she had been such a nympho slut before college. I only knew that she’d been the prom queen, and head cheerleader in her high school. In college she became a member of the most elite sorority on campus. And why not, what with her angelic face, long flowing silver white mane that fell in waves down to around h...
This is my story of how college changed me forever, in ways I could never have anticipated before. My name is Priya and I was always your typical South Indian girl, with traditional parents and an even more traditional approach to boys and in particular, to sex. I had always thought I would find one nice decent guy and wait with him until our marriage day un...
Nick sat on the pavement with his jacket pulled down his arm as far as it would go to cover the cuffs. Fortunately it was a bohemian, student area and so he didn't look too out of place. He pulled out his phone and dialed Karin's number. "Hello," she answered after six rings. "Honey, you can't just leave me chained up in the street." "I'm shopping, you're...
I thought this was going to be an easy assignment, even though I've been chasing him for years, always mere steps behind. He's like a ghost, a dark shadow taunting me, the one I could never catch. And I finally had a solid lead. It was going to be an easy dinner date, a simple informant handing over useful tips. In and out. I never thought I would find mys...
This is the third of a three part series. Please read Part One and Two first for the character's backgrounds. The story so far: Hal and Rona are a married couple from Kansas who lead fairly mild, vanilla lives. Rona has an obsession with watching Ru Paul's Drag Race on TV. Hal enjoys it too. He really loves how excited Rona gets when she watches it. For th...
It's a rainy Sunday, the rain creating our own multi-media show on our window. The drum solo on the glass, mixed with the refracted light show is quit mesmerizing on a lazy day. We've just finished breakfast, I made Norwegian pancakes for you. I think the rest of the world knows them as Swedish pancakes, but since I learned them from my Norwegian grandmother...
Peter hade länge upplevt att han kunde snacka omkull nästan alla tjejer han ville. Visst hade han inte alltid satsat på de mest intelligenta tjejerna, men inte alltför sällan hade skapligt smarta tjejer försökt få honom i säng. Han såg bra ut, men det var knappast det som gjorde det. Egentligen visste han inte vad det var som gjorde det så lätt, men det hade...
They went inside after they both smoked a cig. I also decided to go in. I grabbed a snack and more wine and headed downstairs. We had a spare bedroom/office that was hardly ever used since Jonathan's friend from college, Bill had been called up to AAA. He stayed with us when he played ball in CT. I sat at the computer to check my e-mails. There was a respon...
I apologize for the shortness of this post. Spring break is less than 2 weeks away, and I plan to finish the story then. Of course to quote John Lennon from his song "Beautiful Boy", Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans, so we'll see. Thanks again for your support, and as always comments, criticism, and votes are appreciated. WH...
Someone was sucking my dick. Rough tastebuds skidded against sensitive skin until a flush of saliva lubricated the blowjob and the feeling became one of wetness and suction and heat. A hand pulled at me, rolling my foreskin down, and that wet tongue swirled electrically around my crown, before delicately probing the hole at the tip. I groaned and opened m...