To get the context, you need to read Chapters 1 &2 first. * I am pretty sure my main fuck-buddy, Laura Jean, was infatuated with me. I don't know why. I know I am a selfish jerk. I've always been that way. But some chicks seem to like the bad boys and can't wait to spread their legs for guys like me. Laura was one of those girls. One weekend, after we'd b...
"Wow, Donna, I guess I was mistaken about you being upset. Yeah, that would be great if you could do that to a couple of the strippers and tell me about it when—" Just as quickly as she took me in her mouth, she spit me out and stood up leaving me hanging there. Fuck! I knew I was in trouble, then. "You pig! Mistaken about me? Apparently you don't even kno...
Note: If you haven't already, read Guitarbeque Ch. 01-03, which are prequels to this story. Despite the most consistent thing about Guitarbeque being change, there were two absolute constants with the event: Paul, the guitar teacher, and his wife, Susan, who not only attended every one but also recorded every performance on video. As long as I had known Pau...
Background My husband is a soldier, and he's one month into his third deployment, Iraq twice, and now Afghanistan. Before he left for this last tour he shared something with me that didn't make me very happy, but I guess the more we discussed it the more it did kind of make sense to me. He knows I'm very needy when it comes to sex, and so is he. That was on...
I graduated college with a degree in journalism and mass communication, so when I was offered a position at an affiliate television studio in Seattle, and began earning a steady, decent wage, it was natural for me to begin collecting an array of video equipment. Although I had no real solid plans, the idea of running my own video production studio was rather...
My wife and I are both 35 years old and have been married for 10 years now. My name is George and my wife’s name is Sharon. Five years ago we moved into a new house in a new subdivision. Our next-door neighbors, John and Mary, are the only neighbors that have been here as long as we have. While John and Mary weren’t what I would call close friends of ours, w...
A little unexpected diversion from the main story. Please take a moment and jot down a comment and vote - at the moment it's like writing in a void I have no idea if I am on the right track or not. Should I write anymore? Silly question really because I have three novel length stories that I can serialise now, but there doesn't seem to be any point. So when...
Author's Note: I originally posted this story under the name zeke81. Time has passed and I've had several suggestions about improving this story so I am submitting this revised version. This revised version has a slightly altered plot and resolves some of the problems that readers had with the original. Please feel free to read the version posted under zeke8...
Eighteen year old, home schooled Peggy had been keeping a diary since she was 8. After starting at the local Community college she discovered her exhibitionist tendencies and became a nude model. She spent the first weekend of her spring break in a whirl of sex. The remainder of her spring break is filled with a schedule of modelling and even a porn video sh...
Motown music played softly in the background in a loft in the black suburb of East Cleveland. The midsummer party had just gotten underway there. The partygoers were six black men and seven black women who owned a production company that solely made interracial porn. They had invited eight pre-college black boys and seven pre-college black girls who had bee...