By gonedick. My wife Sarah and I moved to Phoenix in June. Nothing could prepare us for just how hot it gets every day. To make things worse, we bought a house without a pool. Looking at maps online, it looks like ours is the only house on the street without a pool. Sarah and I are in our thirties with no kids. My name is Will, by the way. We moved here for her job when she
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. The classroom was empty when Thomas stepped inside. He lingered by the doorway for a moment, his eyes scanning the space. Rows of black-topped lab stations filled the room, each one marked with gas valves and rusted faucets, worn by years of student use. Though the hardware was modern–digital thermometers, microscope docks, updated safety gear–the old bones of the building were still there in the arched windows, high plaster ceilings, and crown molding that curled like
Read moreBy Runtz3. Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. Read Part 3 Here. ***** Part 4… “Heading out!” Hope’s voice rang throughout the bedroom, echoing off the walls, but her excitement and energy were not reciprocated. Charity and I slept for a couple more hours, then lay in bed talking. The girls should be back around three o’clock, so Charity’s friend was going to come over at 2:00 to give us plenty of time to get ready.
Read moreBy oggbert77. Read Part 1: The Ruler. ***** Part 2: The Shave… After “The Ruler” incident, Mallie and I’s relationship changed quite a bit. We already had a weirdly platonic yet intimate relationship for a straight girl and guy. Still, ever since that embarrassing confrontation, she started to treat me more and more like one of her girlfriends. She would gossip even more about her and her friends’ drama, love lives, and even stuff like clothes and makeup.
Read moreBy Vivian. I first met Big Ed, as he liked to call himself, a couple of years ago. He was visiting my local pub with a darts team, and I was in the pub at the time, drinking with my girlfriend Pip. The pub was really busy for a Tuesday night, and we ended up watching the match between my pub team and Big Ed’s team. I noticed as soon as Big Ed got up off his stool
Read moreBy Forthefunofit. Read Part 1 Here ***** Part 2… I lied to Emily on our drive home, telling her I must have accidentally taken a Viagra Saturday morning, which was the reason I had gotten hard. She was dubious but ultimately believed me, apologizing for making such a stupid bet with Butch. I accepted her apology, and we decided to move on with our lives and just ignore everything that happened. I was happy with this solution, because
Read moreBy Runtz3. Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. ***** Part 3… She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Then… let’s stop pretending.” She was right — the idea of letting go and embracing this newfound openness was exhilarating. “After all,” she smiled, “what could be more humiliating than having both of our daughters see your tiny, little pee pee get all worked up while watching your hot wife fuck a much bigger cock?”
Read moreBy Runtz3. Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2… “HOPE?!” The color drained from Charity’s face as she stared into the phone’s camera. Her voice, usually so confident and teasing, cracked like a brittle branch. Her body was shimmering with sweat. My heart stopped, I froze on the bed, my hand still wrapped around my tiny, throbbing dick. The TV screen on the wall, which had been showing Charity’s face just moments ago, now displayed a blank image.
Read moreBy oggbert77. Mallie and I had been best friends since we were kids. She lived right down the street from me growing up. I never got along as well with boys as I did with girls, and in Middle School, Mallie and I became inseparable. We did everything together. We had the same schedule at school; we would walk home together. Sometimes, we would hang out at hers for a bit, and sometimes at mine. We were besties!
Read moreBy LucyBottoms. The year is 2034, and the BNWO is in effect. African Penis Wrestling is a popular exhibition sport that whitebois are allowed to participate in with their darker, stronger betters. Big Dick’s Gym on Martin Luther & Grand was a real gym, not a fancy treadmill-and-bicycle spa. It smelled of Lysol and balls, hairy, sweaty, balls. And dongs, combat dongs, ’cause it was a training mecca for African Penis Wrestling. I love African Penis Wrestling, and
Read moreBy Freedfor. We enter the airplane and move towards the back, slowly finding our seats. My boyfriend Jax booked these seats, tucked away in the back corner. We’re on our way to the Cayman Islands for our first vacation together. Our relationship is still fairly new; having spent the last six months together has been incredible. He makes me feel free to be my true self. We get ourselves situated, and when I sit down, I immediately feel
Read moreBy LilDean. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the schoolyard as the final bell rang out, sending a flock of students scattering like a swarm of disturbed bees. Two 18-year-old figures emerged from the bustling crowd: Fanny, with her auburn hair tied back in a neat ponytail, and her best friend, Gabi, whose laughter was as infectious as the latest pop song. They wove their way through the sea of backpacks and chatter, their conversation a
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. The scent of sweat, cologne, and paint thinner lingered in the wide, sun-drenched art studio. The tables had been cleared, the lights were set up, and a large white backdrop was stretched against one wall. It was quiet, save for the occasional shutter click and the soft hum of the space heater — someone had insisted the players not “catch cold” in their minimal clothing. Kennedy adjusted the waistband of his white compression shorts, the only
Read moreBy Forthefunofit. I guess I should start by describing myself and my wife. My name is John. I am the quintessential geek. I don’t even try to fight it. I just own it and enjoy what I enjoy, which is computer gaming. I’m in my mid-30s and haven’t been to a gym since my last gym class in high school. I have only put on a few extra pounds, but anyone looking at me would know I’m soft,
Read moreBy Lil_D_33. My ex-coworker I have mentioned before, knows I have an itty bitty baby dick, her words, not mine. She lets me know she’s thinking about it in that moment, by mentioning tiny things, or makes jokes about how things are hard sometimes, or it will get better hopefully, just smart ass remarks about any topic that could have multiple meanings. She often does it in front of her boyfriend, who is also an ex-coworker and a
Read moreBy Smallever. “Hey, Victor,” Amy called out from the other side of the office, her voice as warm as the afternoon sun peeking through the blinds. Victor looked up from his computer screen, his eyes momentarily glazed over from the spreadsheet he’d been staring at for hours. “You got a minute?” He nodded, swiveling his chair around to face her. “What’s up?” Amy approached with a spring in her step, her professional attire hugging her figure in a
Read moreBy Outsider1505. “Well then, what do you think you’re doing?” Her sultry voice causes you to stand still. You hadn’t heard her approach, so lost in your little world that you forgot that she was liable to come and check on you. She always did. I just wanted to let you know that you thought there was enough time to finish up before being spotted, before being caught red-handed. How wrong you were. Turning around slowly with your head hung
Read moreBy Disastrous-Space-91. This is a story told to me by a friend who is 35 years old and is a reasonably successful guy. He is also your stereotypical small penis underdeveloped beta male. His name is Nick. I’m giving the real name because there’s no way to trace this back to him. The context is that he has a stepfather, let’s call him Bob, because I won’t use his real name, who is a very, very domineering alpha
Read moreBy AlexisVane. I’d signed up thinking it would be chill. Some extra credit, maybe a free snack at the end. The flyer said: “Seeking male volunteers for Kinesthetic Art & Bondage Form Lab — Clothing optional (but modesty respected). No experience necessary.” So, naturally, I assumed I’d be standing there while a bunch of girls tied knots on my arms or whatever. They promised I could keep my underwear on. What didn’t they mention? That I’d be the
Read moreBy smallsticker. The kick drum was a straightforward four on the floor. A scent of perfume and pheromones intertwined with rich, cold oxygen pushed into my lungs. Black light outlined the club with neon accents. Multi-colored lasers danced to the rhythm around me. A barrage of melancholic 90s industrial sounds attacked the room. She strutted one foot in front of the other. The black leather platforms consumed the hints of neon as her heel drove into the stage. The red
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