I first met Ryan during our junior year of college. We had been introduced by mutual friends. Ryan was a nice-looking guy and very well-mannered. I could tell right off that he had been raised with some class. Most of the guys I had dated up until then were immature; of course, they were interested in just one thing. Ryan was different; he was driven, and he had goals. He was a business major who was really into making go...

My grey hoodie was up over my rat's nest of a blonde mane and the post-dilation sunglasses I had on gratefully hid my splotchy complexion. I half expected the paparazzi to be outside the hospital doors with how embarrassed I was in my current situation. Am I famous enough for the paparazzi? No. Do I pretend I'm a mega-popstar a la Britney Spears even though when I sing I make dogs cry? Yes. Yes, I do. Main character syndr...

Smoking hot but lazy, Myshaa only skimmed the Code of Discipline and Conduct and misread an important word. Hence, the HR manager summoned her for violation reports of the Dress Code. Anxious to be disinherited, she sent an email to the Chairman-CEO-President, her father's bestfriend, convincing him that the manager was wrong, even including an attachment of her office OOTDs. He wasn't surprised by her scandalous attire a...

It took a lot to ask for a spanking. “Ok...,” my then-boyfriend said, hesitantly. “I want a real spanking. Not a few taps, ok?” My punishment was scheduled for Friday. “Pull your pants down and lie down over my lap, girl,” he commanded. I bared my bottom and draped myself across his knees, at his mercy. His hand came down firmly. Forty smacks rained down on each buttock. I started to gasp and cry halfway through, but I ur...

It was the first fuck I had in my life. I was twenty years old. I was a very handsome young man and many girls loved me. The first one I had sex with was named, Wahiba. She was very beautiful and white, and she had a very prominent ass, which was the reason for my distress over her. I did not know her nickname, and she was divorced, as she got married young and divorced after a short experience. She fell in love with me,...

While she drove home, she called Brad. “Got any plans for dinner?” she asked. “None.” “I’ll stop in town and bring something back. Alright?” she asked. “You’re the best!” “I know. Maybe you can thank me later?” she teased. “Gladly.” She brought home dinner, and they ate it in the little dining room, but as they dined Christmas looked at the empty chairs and remembered. Seven years, but not one of them passed without that...

Every year we have an office Christmas party, and every year a ton of people get drunk and hook up while I go home alone. Correction, I clean up the mess and then go home alone. So, when it came time to plan this year’s party, I tried to beg off. But since no one else would do it, my boss begged and pleaded. “Sarah, I’ll give you an extra day off if you will please just plan this fucking party for me,” Matt whined. Hmm, a...

Sometimes I want to please a man. The pleasure is usually reciprocated, but it's not about that. It's about the feeling of being in control, in control of a man's deepest pleasure. Controlling and conjuring up his orgasm and receiving a hot, sticky, tasty treat of his ejaculation. I've done this lots of times and never regret it or feel the slightest shame. It's what I want to do and I know it's appreciated. It follows a...

Six Years ago my wife and I met Carl and Allen on a swing site. We all became fast friends and we came to realize that Allen was bisexual after he kept hitting on me on the swing group. I confessed to Carl, that I was bisexual and that I had experimented when I was younger. I finally gave in and began flirting with Allen. My wife had known for a long time that I was bisexual and had experimented in my youth. She would oft...

I drove down the narrow road leading to the boat ramp, a slight rain was falling. In the Spring and Summer, it is hard to find places to park at the ramp, with all the tubers, kayakers, and people enjoying the river fishing. In the Winter, it is virtually empty, the perfect place to meet a man from SQ for some erotic pleasure. Just one problem, there were two cars already parked by the boat ramp, neither of which was Tim’...

It always seethed under his skin, the constant reminder of it. The fact that he was Other. “Twenty-third time’s the charm,” he said as he heaved his heavy slug body onto the desk chair. Typing with cybernetic fingers - instead of his natural flippers - was always such a hassle. Faking his humanity was the real reason he never found anyone. NO ONE knew that much about what he was mixed with or what to do with him. The majo...

Molly strode through the gym purposely. She felt various sets of eyes on her curvy body, but she pushed that to one side as she busied herself with preparing the circuit for her next client. Being eyed up by guys in the gym was an occupational hazard. Molly had worked hard to earn her job as a trainer at one of the most exclusive private gyms in the country. In this gym, they trained and rehabilitated some of the top athl...