Her hand squeezed mine. I looked over to see her eyes fixed on the screen and stoic face begin to redden. I squeezed her hand back in a way that provided both assurance and approval. My hand was saying it's okay, baby. No one will know.   I've been working on warping her sheltered, vanilla lifestyle since we first met. It soon became obvious that her experience with men was woefully inadequate and unsatisfying. I thought...

She woke up by strange, blurred noises she couldn't quite make out; a lot like the rattling of cold steel. Her head was a mess – one big, agonizing mess. Bits of memory flashed through her mind: a lazy evening with Hubby, a sudden malaise, a sudden nausea, a sudden impairment of her consciousness. Drugs? And then, the masked men breaking into their house. Three of them. Then, darkness. A pang of thunderclap headache shook...

DeAngelo pinned my hands above my head and pushed his hips deeper between my legs. I looked down between my jiggling tits and watched his fat, black cock sliding in and out of my swollen, wet pussy. His deep, unrelenting thrusts hurled me into another mind-blowing orgasm. I cried out his name in heavenly fury as orgasmic waves drowned me in a euphoric oasis. As my body trembled harder, he ran his right hand down my arm an...

Lani looked up from the bar and scanned the customers. She looked for empty drinks and flagging hands while pouring a light beer from the tap for the busty blonde practically lying over her date at the end of the bar. If it were her, Lani would've held out for something more expensive. Like hell she'd throw herself on a man over a cheap pint. Not that the man was worth drooling over--greased back man bun that was still ab...

I didn’t know what her problem was, but I was grateful she was having one. We were both grateful. She sat between us on the train and laughed at our dumb jokes, let us get as close to her as we wanted, was touching us a lot. I had my arm on top of her seat, practically around her shoulders, and she didn’t mind. My buddy Eric would touch her thigh every time he made a joke and she’d laugh and touch his hand. My buddy kept...

I grew up in a college town, Gainesville, Florida, home of the Gators, and my high school friends and I played basketball on our high school team. We were good, but not good enough to earn college scholarships. My name is James, and my four friends and I all had good enough grades to get into the University of Florida and we took advantage of the intramural program to continue playing basketball, which helped us stay in s...

It was June of 1994. Kelly and I had been talking about making a trip to a NASCAR race and we made it happen. We invited our good friend Patrick to join us for the weekend. Patrick and Yvonne had been a couple we started having sex with while still in high school. Patrick and Yvonne had split up a while ago but we were still close friends and he happily maintained his friend-with-benefits status with Kelly. Kelly and I we...

Pat asked to stay a few more minutes. We were in a dimly lit car park. Pat had heard it's a meeting place for people wanting to have fun. Dogging is the word she used. No sooner had I said, "Let's go," than headlights appeared behind us. The car parked about half a dozen car widths away. Nothing happened for a while; then, the side window came down. I could make out the outline of a man, "What's happening?" Pat told me to...

I was slowly corrupting my girlfriend, breaking down her down. Her facade of innocence was eroding and had exposed her to experiences she'd never thought herself possible of thinking about before - let alone actually doing. It was a kind of power over her that was intoxicating - and like most people who attain power... we want more. Having her send me risque selfies had grown to often go braless. Having her remove her pan...

“You're not a fool. You can sit down, if you'd like.”“I'm not keeping you from working on your story?”At a wooden table in the otherwise empty Mystery section of the campus library, Abbey pulled out a chair next to her. “Are you a writer, too?”“Aspiring.” He sat and faced her, keeping his voice low. “I have started a bunch of them, but I haven't finished any.”“What are they about?”“I am embarrassed to say.”“Ewoks?”He shoo...

I was ready for clubbing by nine. I came out of my room and screamed at Shauna to hurry. I had on a little red dress, with a deep neck and no back. What little back the dress had started from the small of my back to the end of my ass. My hair was in waves, messily flowing down my back. I raked a hand through them as I checked makeup on my phone's front camera. Shauna walked out.  "You look hot!" I exclaimed, which made he...

It was the spring of 1987. Kelly and I had visited some friends and, on a whim, took a backroads route home. It was dinner time on a Saturday. We spotted a bar in the middle of nowhere with a full parking lot and decided to pull in. We had great service and a great meal. It was more than halfway through our meal when I noticed him. He was working the dining room from table to table and certainly seemed like he was the man...