Tighty Stories

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Mood Slime: Red Ch. 01

by maestro84 on Apr 3, 2019
NonHuman

Amber was home alone in the kitchen reading a book at the kitchen table. Amber was a cute woman with a light red orange hair. She lived down the hall from Brian and Doll but hadn't really met them. Her boyfriend Jared was at work so she was just relaxing. Suddenly she heard a knock at the door. Amber looked up thinking that was a little odd but she closed h...

Michelle's New Profession Ch. 04

by robertl on Sep 26, 2017
Loving Wives

This story is a direct continuation from Michelle's New Profession, Ch 3. My thanks to Shygirlwhore for her excellent editing help. The story continues, with Michelle now telling the story: Michelle Robert asked me to write about my experience with Jeremy. I complained that I'd never done written anything like that before. He said he'd help, so here it is...

A Girl's Gotta Earn a Living Ch. 02

by heavenlyKK on Sep 17, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Carol was topless, wearing only yellow and red checked panties. Touché, Monica said to herself, her panties were to die for. The no-bra look was Carol's doing, and it worked. She owned the look, mainly because of her confidence and self-assuredness, and it was made even more auspicious by having gone against the Donkey grain, which was a clothed woman. The s...

The After Party Ch. 01

by xavierhibit on Jul 16, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

This is the story of the defining sexual experience of my youth. My name is Mark. I was 21 years old and it was the last day of finals in May of my junior year in college. Originally, I'm from a small town in Illinois but I went to school in Chicago and by then considered it home. I lived in a nice apartment off campus with my best friend Zane. His family...

Bought By a Rich Man

by humiliationexpert on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

Stacey wondered how it had come to this. There she was standing in an airport waiting at the busy gate to board a plane to Ibiza with her shorts down around her ankles. She could feel her face getting redder and redder as the giggles from the other passengers got louder and more noticeable. She had been told to wait a full 3 seconds before picking up her sho...

Ethan's Cruel Robbers (Gay Bondage)

by dudebound on Jul 25, 2018
BDSM

It was the end of summer and the beginning of college fall semester but the Georgia air was still humid and warm. Off campus, young sophomore Ethan was asleep in his apartment. He was a fit, shorthaired, clean cut young man. An aspiring business major who enjoyed kickboxing. Two young men, disguised with neoprene ski masks, quietly entered his apartment...

Ms. Jones and the Bellhop Ch. 01

by jen739 on Aug 31, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I open my eyes, the final shivers of my second orgasm subsiding. He's thrusting above me with abandon as I study his body. I wrap my legs tighter around his legs and back, pulling him in as he grunts and groans. His pace quickens and I whisper to him, "Yes, cum for me baby," soon he is moaning loudly, pushing deeply inside me, filling me up. He collapses for...

Introduced to Black Dick

by Phantom8JMF on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

This is a story that is one of many in which it is time for me to share. In a nutshell, my name is Dean, my mother had a thing for Dean Martin it seems, but I go by Dina. I am a 26 year old white pre-op transsexual that has no interest in switching my outside in, if you know what I mean. I was born to a single mother, never knowing who my father was. Conside...

The Wheels on the Bus Ch. 2

by Liquid Silver on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

The next day I caught the same bus. I let the other person at the stop get on before me. As I walked up the stairs I made eye contact with the driver. I still didn't know his name, but it didn't matter, yet. I leant over, looking just like I was asking where he stopped. "The last stop again today?" I whispered. He nodded. "Good, I thought about you all l...

Tamara Stops By

by Irish Moss on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

As I sat on my bed, reading a very dull book for a class I had the next morning, I saw Tamara from the corner of my eye as she passed by my open door. I called out a greeting and she backed up, coming to stand in my doorway and asking what I was reading. I tossed the book aside and told her that it wasn't even worth talking about. It occurred to me that she...