Shelly and I had been cunt fucking for some time now and I was getting bored with the typical missionary position and the her on top position. When it came to sex, she was very unimaginative and uncreative. I wanted something else – more spice. I suggested anal sex, but she was very reluctant due to the size of my cock. I didn't want to force her, so occasio...
~Author: I'm new at this writing thing I might miss spell something or have so much run on sentence just bear with me and tell me if you like or don't like the story~ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Katrina spent almost her whole life working and behaving like a classy woman, she really didn't have much time for fun so she didn't go out muc...
I was 18 and very much a virgin when my brother lost his driver's license. Terry was 5 years older than me and since I didn't have a job, I became his chauffeur. I would take him and his girl friend out and they would drink and dance while I drank soft drinks or coffee and watched. At the end of the evening Terry would tell me to find a dark alley or somepla...
I have to say I love sex in all its forms; masturbation is a big turn on for me. It is only then that I seem to cum; I don't know if it is because I allow my mind to go wherever it wants to, instead of concentrating on the act of love making itself. Over the years I have masturbated with all sorts of objects, from my fingers to household items like bottles,...
I hate Christmas, Santa Claus sucks, the reindeer should be ground up into dog food and the songs, the fucking songs, it's either advertisement that the road to happiness is paved in all those presents under the trees or praise for something that so many people have packaged into a religious icon and then put it up for sale. Of course I can say all this, wel...
DEAR READERS: This is a continuation of my very first story, "Hotel Fun," in which the narrator meets up with a long-lost friend, and takes her to his hotel room for a hot fuck involving some exhibitionism. The story ends with the hint of a continuation involving a third person, a bellhop at the hotel. Here's the sequel, written especially for my friend (you...
I was sitting in my room and I do this all the time, alone and somewhat bored. And as I was typing on my laptop I see a figure peeking through my bedroom window and the blinds were open. I saw a shadow and I looked and he tapped on my window and I asked, "Who are You?" And I find out it is my friend. He knew where I lived and now I want to talk to him. I ope...
I sat next to her every day in my home room class, Kayla, a total fleshpot, on the varsity cheerleading squad. She had blonde hair, green eyes, a hot slender, tan body, a belly ring, and her tongue was pierced. My friend told me once, "If you ever get a blow job from some chic, hope she has her tongue pierced, because bjs feel much better with a cool stud ag...
I couldn't tell you how it started. I look back at my life with Shane and how we grew up together. I was always the popular little brat playing seven minutes in heaven with the boy next door while he sat in the corner making jokes and getting in trouble. I loved him because he was my friend. He got along so well and he always had a thing for me. I remember h...
Ben looked in the mirror. He scrutinized himself. Short brown hair, blue eyes, thin frame. Tallish, but not towering over everyone else. He was clad in khaki shorts and a blue tee-shirt. Ben was extremely nervous. His girlfriend, Violet, had alluded to some naughtiness this evening that he wasn't sure he was up to. He combed his hair again and sniffed his...