So, there I was, a rock hard 9 incher pounding away at my pussy... ~~~~~~ That may be getting a little ahead of the story. Hey all, my name is Tabitha. I'm a 20 year old sophomore at a small time college down in Georgia, majoring in massage therapy (which I'm quite good at, by the way). I suppose I should tell you a bit about my body, seeing as you'll be r...
Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the first ever MISS SUPER HEROINE pageant! Gathered together here today are some of the most beautiful super heroines in the worlds around today. These beauties are all competing in the first contest ever of its type. In this contest the heroines will compete in a variety of competitions such as, but not limited to:...
Part 2 JOURNAL OF MARK PARKER I awoke the next morning with the same problem that had plagued me the last few days. I could feel the dried, crusty . . . well, let's just say I released in the middle of the night again. Nighttime Emissions, I think is what they called it in health class. I pealed my shorts off, threw them on my "laundry pile of shame", pu...
"What's up, my brother?" Marjorie Etienne said, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, dark-skinned young Haitian-American woman looked at Rudolph, the only other Black person working in the Acquisitions Division of Magyar Tech, and smiled warmly. Rudolph Stanwood was the newest hire, and as far as newbies went, this one seemed most promising. Magyar Tech may think...
Ami shook her head in disgust. What was the matter with her? This was the third time tonight she had lost track of her studies. A natural speed reader, she could usually get through her nightly assignments in a little over an hour. Tonight though, after almost an hour and a half, she wasn't even close to finished. Worse, she couldn't name what was distractin...
Authors Note, This story was inspired by the London 2012 Olympics. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. All characters in the story are created by myself and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story is the second part however it should be able to be read as a stand alone story. Big thanks go out to Sanidia for edit...
Katie Perkins stood with her nose in the corner and sobbed. She was crying hard enough that her entire body shook, and even though she was in amazing shape, certain things still wobbled embarrassingly. Her competition swimsuit lay on the bench next to her leaving her dressed in nothing but the wet swim cap that kept her long blonde hair tucked out of the way...
Author's Note: This story is an elaboration on the themes expressed in my earlier story "Nudity & Nature," (although not a sequel) and is my first attempt at a multi-chapter submission. Please note that there is a slow build-up in order to explore the experiences of a group of friends being faced with a fear of public nudity for the first time, private sexua...
Welcome to my story about fun at swim practice. Thank you for choosing to read it. It was a bright sunny morning in the middle of the summer at about 9 o'clock when I pulled into the gravel parking lot that connected to the pool. While the pool wasn't officially open yet, there were a few vehicles in the parking lot with me. These belonged to my fellow swim...
Do you like Booty Juice? Do you even know what it is? If you don't, then I'm here to enlighten you. My name is Marcus Wilson. A six-foot-one, lean and rugged, dark-skinned and athletic young African-American man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Saint Dominus College in Boston. This is the tale of my most erotically charged adve...