By Little Timmy. I go to this music festival every year, and I like to stay a night if I can find a place. It’s kind of an out-of-the-way location, and there are only a couple of motels. They are not great and are always booked that weekend. So I booked an Airbnb a few miles outside of town. A couple of weeks before the festival, I got a call from my long-time friend and fellow musician, Carolyn. “Did you
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Read moreBy NothingStranger. It looked like a normal interoffice envelope, the legal-sized manila kind that goes back and forth around the office. You put whatever documents you want to send inside, sync it closed, write the recipient’s name on the next line on the outside, and drop it off in one of those internal outboxes for the guy with the mail cart to come around and grab so he can deliver it. A normal envelope for a normal Friday, I told
Read moreBy PercivalPetchell. “Yes, that’s good! Now keep going like that at the same speed”. I was kneeling on the floor, naked as usual, with my head buried between my wife’s thighs as she leaned back in an armchair. With her newfound confidence, she had recently decided I needed a little instruction in the art of pleasuring her. I’d always thought I was pretty good at cunnilingus, but according to my wife, my report card read ‘could do better’, and she
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Read moreBy LilDean. “Perfect! Much better like this—we actually look coordinated now!” Camie said with a satisfied smile. I couldn’t help but smile too as we stood side by side in front of the mirror. Our matching togas made the whole Greek god disguise look surprisingly convincing—and it hadn’t even been that hard to pull together. High school was officially over, and to celebrate, Camie and I had decided to hit the pop culture festival. Manga, comics, video games, movies—something for
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