My weekends aren't spent like many of my coworkers or friends. I hear stories of trips to museums with partners or kids or weekend trips to the lake or even a relaxing night at home. I have some of those...sometimes. But my weekends were usually spent being a cumdump. I know the record scratched to a halt at that, but yes. I'm in my 20s and I just am used as a cumdump. I get a motel on the sketchy side of town where I kno...

I’m already sweating, and the night hasn’t even started. Shirt’s half on, collar twisted like I lost a fight with it. My other boot’s under the sink for some reason, and I’ve opened the fridge three times, hoping cold air will do something. It doesn’t. The apartment’s too small for this many people, and there’s only four of us. Veloria’s doing her eyeliner off the reflection of the microwave. Whatever Jet’s taken has hit,...

The soft hum of conversations filled the air as I leaned back in my chair, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. The dinner plate in front of me, once a masterpiece of culinary art, was now empty, save for a few smears of sauce. I gently dabbed the corners of my mouth with the linen napkin, savouring the lingering flavours of the dish: a perfectly cooked Wagyu ribeye steak, seared to perfection and served with a rich, dec...

I'm sitting on a park bench on a hot summer day. It is a nice, out-of-the way park that has been known to have guy's looking for fun with each other. I came here for one reason, and that is to see if I can get my first oral action. I'm very horny and can only think of getting lucky. I can't wait to get on my knees in front of a masculine, hairy man. I've waited so long and need to see what it is like to take a cock in my...

“Hey, do you have a light? I seem to have misplaced my matches”, said the attractive modestly dressed girl. We were both in the paddock area at the Sebring, Florida twelve-hour sports race, now in its tenth hour. Corvettes, Ferraris, MGs and others were still circulating in the dark, the leaders already having driven more than 800 miles since the 10 am start. I got out my Zippo and lit her L&M and one of my Camels. I told...

The woman heard the door close behind her. She stood inside and let her eyes adjust to the surrounding darkness. There was no other soul here except her. The only source of light was a dim lamp hanging from the wall a few meters away. The corridor wasn't too narrow. The floor was covered with red material. There was nothing here except the aforementioned lamp and the carpet. The woman took a deep breath. She tried to smel...

It's been eleven years since I earned my doctorate in English Literature from a prominent mid-western university. I moved to Boston when I accepted a professorship at Regis College to teach pre-seventeen hundred English Lit. I expected to be at Regis for three or four years. My expectations never came to pass, and four years ago, I received my tenure papers. I suppose a career at Regis is a distinct possibility. My profes...

‘Ah, I love this song,’ I turn up the volume and step out of my summer dress, belting out the lyrics along Bruce Springsteen’s epic 'Dancing in the dark.' Liberated in my undressed state, I channel the dance moves from the original music video. Enacting my own live show. When I see my reflection in the mirror, my shoulders and hips sway as I move towards it. Snapping my fingers to the beat. In front mirror, it evolves int...

The proposition It was nighttime, after dinner. She had gone to the hotel bar before going upstairs to relax. A guy at the end of the bar kept glancing at her. He looked to be about her age, had short, sandy-colored hair, and was nice looking. An almost empty glass of scotch sat on the bar in front of him. She wondered if she’d seen him at the conference, but didn’t think so. Then she got up and brought her wine with her,...