By Countcuck. I excitedly skipped up to your door, looking forward to a weekend together. We hadn’t seen each other in two weeks as my job had me traveling across the country. It was a hard two weeks not seeing your sweet smile or feeling the warmth of your breasts in an embrace. We had agreed to this weekend together, no distractions, no work, nothing, just the two of us for two full days. We also agreed to no touching
Read moreBy ChrisEva. The hurricane season was mild in Baton Rouge that fall, and the living was easy; days flowed by quickly, and things became routine after the start-of-school-year party at Mary Sue’s house kicked things off with a bang. One casualty of the wild night events was that Jake and Mary Sue’s relationship didn’t survive. It might have been a pending transition anyway. Given that they had been dating for several years and how much late teens changed during those
Read moreBy ChrisEva. Read Part 1Read Part 2Read Part 3 ***** Part 4… Amelia was the one who invited me to the party, the party that pivoted the way I looked at my life. From then on, I’ve segmented my history in my head into things that happened in my life before that party and things that happened after because it changed my perspective so much about people and sexuality. A loss of innocence, I suppose, which wasn’t entirely a bad
Read moreBy eightOeights. Lucas is a perfectly average 21-year-old white guy. He just started a part-time job at a coffee shop and is going to college online, majoring in computer science. Lucas isn’t the manliest guy, but he certainly is not effeminate, tilting on the skinny side and playing videogames instead of working out. His living situation entails renting a house with three other roommates, all girls. An unusual arrangement for him since he was used to living alone or with
Read moreBy ChrisEva. Read Part 1Read Part 2 ***** Part 3… I knelt in the shower in front of Jake–both of us naked and the water still running–in shock from the surprise and intensity of his orgasm, unable to move or even speak. I could hardly see with my eyelids gummed up and tried to blink it clear. A hand to my face confirmed that his cum was also literally dripping down my nose and mouth. How did this guy with
Read moreBy Runtz3. After I came with a great deal of laughter and frivolity in the room, Elizabeth tucked her engorged tits away while I continued to fiddle my small dick as the trio of women mocked my small penis and teased me for my small load as well. My head hung down, looking at my flaccid bud as I worked the loose flesh of my shaft over the head and backed down again, draining every small drop of fluid out
Read moreBy bisquate. The first thing he noticed was the cold. Then, it was the aches in his joints and muscles – he was not comfortable. Then, the bindings around his ankles. Wrists. Thighs. Torso. And the hard chair against his back and legs. His legs were held apart. Other than the restraints and the chair, he felt nothing. He felt no clothes. He realized he was completely naked. His head hanging down began to open his eyes slowly. A dark
Read moreBy sucorteil. Sabrina twirled her pen in one hand and gazed absent-mindedly out of the window. These meetings got so dull, so quickly, she thought, particularly those held on a Friday afternoon. Nobody wants to be here. She suppressed a yawn and took a long sip of her coffee, hoping it would give her a jolt of energy. Wearing a pair of bright orange high-heeled slingbacks, she pushed her toes right to the bottom of her shoes, lifting her heels
Read moreBy DirtyGod18. “Truth or dare?” Felicity asked, looking at me. The party had wound down around an hour ago, and Felicity and her roommate Olivia were the only ones left. “Err, truth, I guess,” I responded, hoping to come off casually. I’d known the two girls for a few years now through work. Both were incredibly attractive. Olivia was strawberry blonde, quite tall for a girl, with awesome long legs and tight arse. Felicity was a bit shorter, with dirty
Read moreBy whoamireally. I’m Mallory—Mal to just about everyone—and I made the mistake of introducing my best friend, Les, to Beth, a woman from work. I knew it was a bad idea, and I told Les it wouldn’t work, but he insisted. What did he have to lose? he argued. If it doesn’t work, then it doesn’t work. But I didn’t want him to get hurt. I’ve known Les for ten years, ever since I moved here from Canada,
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