By pantsedinpublic. My name is Matt, and I am 30 years old. Over the years, as an adult, I’ve noticed that I have become increasingly less social. Being antisocial, it has become harder and harder to meet new people and keep in touch with old friends. That is why I reached out and wanted to start therapy. I went to Google and looked up therapy near me. Not long after starting, I found a website that listed all therapists in
Read moreBy LilDean. I was sincerely relieved to have found a place to live so quickly. I received a call from my future roommate, Lucy, and she seemed extremely interested. She told me she had just turned 21 and that her salary didn’t yet allow her to afford a place of her own in London. As for me, at just 24 years old, I had just landed a job at a major law firm and needed to find accommodation in the
Read moreBy smallbutmighty. Toby pulled up along the tree-lined street, parking in front of the stately home. He fixed his short blond hair in the mirror. He thought better of honking his horn and instead walked up to the door and rang the bell. A voluptuous MILF opened the door, ushering him inside. Toby was still slightly stoned from the night before, and something about the woman seemed uncanny. Her very large tits pressed against a tight blouse making her nipples
Read moreBy username55. Read Part One Here. Read Part Two Here. Read Part Three Here. Read Part Four Here. ***** Part 5… It was now 1 PM, and Diego was wide awake. He was positive of this. After he got almost the entire stock of various different caffeinated sodas, plus a few cases of electrolyte water so he didn’t dehydrate, from his grocery delivery, he went to work. He scoured the internet for anything he could find on The Mistress. So
Read moreBy OopsyDaisyNaked. “Oh Shit Oh shit,” my mind was in a frenzied state! My wife was here, now! How was this possible? I couldn’t quite take it in. I was running down a hall with Scarlett’s hand on my back, propelling me forward and guiding me into one of the massage rooms. I stood there naked and panting. I looked over to Scarlett for I don’t know what, guidance, protection, sympathy? But no, Scarlett just laughed, like this was the
Read moreBy Str8SensitiveGuy. Ten years. We were fifteen when we met and became friends. That was twenty years ago. We were seventeen when we began dating and twenty five when we got married. And now, at thirty five, we’re celebrating our aluminum anniversary, though the piece of jewelry I bought her for the occasion is a far cry from aluminum. We’re still just as good of friends today as we were in high school. Almost too good. We’re more friends than
Read moreBy Prodiver. Teens: The First Sting of Shame… Mike was eighteen when he first bared himself to Sarah, a shy brunette from his college. They’d snuck into her bedroom, the air thick with nervous anticipation. As he dropped his pants, his tiny willy, barely two inches erect, sprang free. Sarah’s eyes widened, and a giggle escaped her lips. “Is that… it?” she stammered, her voice trembling with surprise. Mike’s cheeks burned as he tried to kiss her, but the moment
Read moreBy smallbutmighty. I was so nervous as I made my way down the lane that I almost backed out. I’d heard so many stories about meetings like this going wrong and guys like me being beaten up. I was there to meet a man. More specifically, I was there to meet a man I had been chatting with online. We chatted for roughly 15 minutes before agreeing to meet down at the park. I wasn’t sure what would happen when
Read moreBy LilDean. Lisa Campbell. That was the name of the person I had to find. She was one of our youngest agents, having just turned twenty-one. Her last mission was to gather information from a lawyer suspected of collaborating with multiple espionage organizations. Unfortunately, my agency had lost all contact with Lisa two days ago, and I had been assigned to investigate her disappearance. My first stop was naturally the apartment of that lawyer, Yasmina El Hadj. The door opened
Read moreBy smallweiner90. Never in his 30 years had Tim done anything wrong. He paid his taxes, followed the speed limit, and even volunteered at the local soup kitchen twice a week. So why, oh why, did he take the cologne? It was the principle of it, really. I mean, $200 for a bottle of fragrance? The department store was the crook, not him. He had almost gotten away with it, too. He was two steps out the door when he
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