Well, Katie had had a good idea, to play a sort of Truth or Dare that was all dares that had already been written by somebody, somewhere, not Katie. Basically, an app on her phone would present the next dare, increasing in sexual activity as time went by. In practice, while it was fun to play, it wasn’t much to write about. For instance, the first round was kissing, lips and thighs, necks and feet. The second round was ma...

One day the next week I picked the girls up at the high school. I had brought a football and proposed walking over to the soccer field and tossing it around; Megan was dubious, but Cait said, with a twinkle in her eye, “Aw c’mon, babe, it’ll be fun. We’ll make it worth your while.” The three of us played keep-away--tackle keep-away, that is. Even if she managed to catch the ball, Megan would panic when she saw Cait runnin...

My daughter, Calista, and her newfound best friend, Mindy, had become inseparable over the last week.  When they weren't at school, they were either here at my place or at Mindy's Mom's house. When they were here, they spent most of their time in Cali's room, doing homework, or as far as I could tell exploring each other. As ashamed of it as I was, I couldn't help but eavesdrop. listening to them play through the cold air...

Camille’s hips swiveled seductively on the rubber shaft that impaled her. I couldn’t help but be reminded of the mesmerizing movements of an accomplished belly dancer. But Camille was essentially nude. And there was that toy. And there were groans. This was no dance. It was hypnotism. Her eyes never left mine as she looked over her shoulder. With her gyrations beckoning, she began leaning forward. In moments her torso lay...

"Buttercookie Beach is a real shitty place this time of year. It's just too fucking hot. Tourist season has officially ended, and the only people here are businessmen who work for companies shitty enough to book these resorts during the cheapest time of the year. Buttercookie Beach has a tourist economy, so naturally, everything is closed. There are no bars, no restaurants, no live entertainment. Nothing. It's hot and the...

Francois’ family were well-to-do. Apart from the large farm they owned, they had numerous properties and businesses in the community where they lived. His family well-respected and the envy of many people in the area. Francois was slightly odd in his family, because his dad and mom, as well as his younger brother Dougie, were always neatly attired and respectable-looking. Francois was a bit of a slob and generally looked...

If one wanted to observe the embodiment of the term; ‘built like a brick shithouse,’ then Ratchet would be the perfect example. Six- foot-four-tall, he was broad in every aspect of his physique and facial features. Ratchet’s real name was Richard, and he was a diesel mechanic. He got the nickname as a result of a malapropism at technical college when one of his fellow students referred to him in error as Ratchet. Everyone...

I re-read the email for the fifth time. Again my heart sank, no matter how many times I read it, no matter how I tried to make it sound better than it was, the truth was I didn't get picked for the management position. Instead, Jennifer Hacobstein got the job, I was supposed to be her second, which was a massive jump for me in the company, but I wanted the management position. Jennifer was old school. She was going to go...

My tongue climbed up to her areola and around her nipple Rappelled down to her cleft Belayed her clitoris Abseiled the rest of the way down to her anus Then I cam her crack with my penis But she says, "Hold on now, when do I get my hot chocolate?!"