um, this one gets quite rough... like people getting hit in the face and bleeding. ***** We're playing pool at a party and I cheat, and you win. We argue about how I cheated, moving balls around when I thought you weren't looking. You call me a hustler, and seem really upset, and I shout back at you. We argue while everyone watches. Then you slap me. Har...
I have always seen myself more feminine than most guys I grew up with. Slim and hairless throughout my body, more curvy than muscular. Until my early teens (I am 25 now BTW), being a sissy for me meant not being masculine as other guys both physically and mentally. When i reached my early twenties it turned to me brainwashing myself through sissy hypo vide...
Our dating life pretty much followed a routine of going out on Friday and Saturday nights, often followed by a sojourn to our favorite parking spot. Yes, my boyfriend had an apartment, however, he shared it and neither one of us wanted to get a reputation for frequent sexual encounters whenever I visited his place. Besides the whole experience of being slo...
When I was in my twenties, my boyfriend regularly brought home porn magazines. These glossy magazines were filled with soft porn in the form of naked girls' pictures and saucy short stories. I'm sure there was also harder stuff out there, and more specific to fetishes, but that wasn't what we were liked. We would read the stories together, view the pictures...
I was 22 at the time and living in Wollongong. I was part of the University sailing club and had met an incredibly cute woman from another Uni at a sailing regatta at Wangi Wangi, on the New South Wales central coast. We hit it off straight away – I wanted her, she wanted me; couldn't get any better than that! After the regatta, we kept seeing each other –...
I'd replayed what happened between Chloe and me over and over since that day. Part of me thought it must be dream, that there is no way I spent an hour with my face buried in her snatch. Yet then I remember the orgasm, the way her fingers felt, and the scent of her sex. It was with this recollection that led me to my current state. I'd awoken from another dr...
This the third in a series, so you should read the other two first. CAUTION: this story might be considered offensive by some. If you're easily offended, or just looking for tame, sexy erotica (as apposed to weird, fucked up erotica) then please don't read this story or anything else under this user name. My goal is not to offend, but simply to entertain....
Sara brushed her shoulder length blonde hair out of her face as she dismissed the cheerleading team from their practice. They practice their routines on the side of the football field as the football team does its own practice. During the water breaks the guys are always checking out her squad and hanging out with them. At least half of her girls are dating...
“I’d fantasize about you,” I admitted slyly, slowly sliding my eyes to his, silently telling him I knew something you didn’t. “No you didn’t,” he replied whole heartedly, flipping the channel repeatedly and pulling his knee up to lean his elbow on. “Fine,” I half laughed, “I didn’t.” My eyes didn’t leave his, and he began to get curious as he turned to m...
He opened the door with a lopsided smile and warm brown eyes. "You're late," he said. "I got caught in traffic," she said. She was unsure how to continue. He opened the door wider, "Come inside, I wanted to warm up the room but..." he shrugged his shoulders. She laughed. The room was primitive to say the least. They had been meeting there for 15 years i...