By 7DayWeekend. “No way. Your friends are assholes.” Kimmy was adamant. “Yes, they are,” agreed Jax. “But they are my asshole friends. I’m just doing them a favor.” Kimmy kept folding her laundry, ignoring her brother’s request. “It’s just for the night. Can’t you stay at a friend’s?” pleaded Jax. “I kinda already told them it wouldn’t be a problem. Besides, this house is half mine.” About a year ago, Kimmy and Jax bought a house together. It was nothing
Read moreBy LilDean. My life was very enjoyable before that day. I was nearing the end of my second year of college, my grades were excellent, and I had just been named captain of the football team. My family has always been very athletic—my father was the best baseball receiver in the state when he was young, and my mother had won several swimming competitions. I started playing baseball at the age of eight. Still, by ten years old, I had
Read moreBy Canteloupe. “Thank you very much!” my customer said, and they left with their new purchases. I reflect on another satisfied customer and a great sale for me as my customer walks out with her new, expensive, top-of-the-line vibrators. I’ve been working here as a salesman at Bossman’s Sex Emporium for a year, and it’s the best job I’ve ever had. And I’m pretty good at it if I say so myself. This is the one place where being a
Read moreBy TEEBENZAR. Before Dee and I were married in 2004, we rented a big house in Brighton. Eventually, the rent increased by more than we could afford over time. Dee suggested we take in a lodger to help with the rent, and since she’d already offered a room to her friend Nora, I reluctantly agreed. Nora was a striking, athletic, medical student. Her boyfriend, Terrence, was a confident black guy who cycled everywhere in skin-tight shorts that left nothing to
Read moreBy Pedro oldone. I worked with a black guy many years ago. The word around the office was that he was exceptionally well endowed. One of the female employees had been out with him, and when he tried to have sex with her, she could only get his cock head into her vagina. She wouldn’t have that problem with my little white four-inch thin cock. A few days later, I went into the company urinals. Laddy, the black guy was
Read moreBy LilDean. Read Part 1 Here ***** Part 2… After Gabi arrived, Carla didn’t mention the previous event again. I remained rather silent while Gabi explained how complicated the end of the season was shaping up to be for her team. As we were leaving, Carla said to Gabi at the end of the evening, “Don’t hesitate to ask your big brother. He has plenty of little tricks for the end of the season.” Far from understanding the underlying meaning,
Read moreBy Rick. My name’s Henrique, but everyone calls me Rick. I’m a 20-year-old Brazilian, and I’m about to tell you how I got into the world of SPH, but unlike you, I’m not some loser with a small dick. I’m a dominator. I never knew my dad; my mom worked hard to give me a good education. When I was 13, my mom started working in the kitchen at a private school in my town. One of the bonuses was
Read moreBy ForbiddenTales. Angela and I were both 22, in college, and she was by far the prettiest girl I’d ever dated. She was a little taller than me, at 5’10”, with long, straight black hair she tied in pigtails and a pair of E-cup tits she had no qualms about showing off. She was, as she liked to tease me, my ‘big titty goth gf.’ However, like all my previous girlfriends, she had not taken my virginity. I couldn’t wholly
Read moreBy Zac. Chapter 1… It’s a cold, wintery Friday night back in 2003. Twenty degrees, snow is still on the ground from last week’s storm. I’m a junior at Indiana University. My beautiful and sweet girlfriend, Carol, is a sophomore. We are having a pretty low-key night at our crappy off-campus apartment at Dunn Hill on the corner of 17th and Dunn in Bloomington. Think black lights and shitty posters. Dirty, cheap gray carpet and second-hand thrift-store furniture. But it’s
Read moreBy Brooklynn__Sage. It was a cool fall night, and I was at a hotel bar, trying to find the right guy- my new bull. I was dressed in a red corset to accent my breasts and my waist, with leather pants that wrapped around my long legs. My long brown hair hung past my shoulders, and I found myself twirling it in my hand as I leaned against the bar, drinking my cocktail. I scanned the room, looking to see
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