“Ashton, I had no idea you were coming home,” said Cheryl Winters. The forty-five-year-old mom of three looked incredibly sexy in her tight, black witch costume. Twenty-year-old Ashton Johnson had returned for a few days from the first semester of his sec...
Brianna pushed open the door to her dorm room, the three shopping bags dangling from her wrist making a racket as they swung from the motion. She had gotten Chris four bras; they weren’t very good bras, mostly spandex that covered the breasts with little...
It was 1993. I was living in my first off-campus apartment. My roommate and I moved in over the winter break. Shortly after, he started seeing someone, a smoking hot, big-titted, big, blown-out jet-black hair sorority girl bombshell named Drema. She start...
While our lips were otherwise engaged, Jess’s fingers had begun to tug at my clothes. I awkwardly stood, still locked at the lips, and helped her hands along. As my shorts and underwear slid down, she finally broke away with a gasp, then a giggle; not exa...
The last Friday of the last summer break of my undergraduate degree and where was I? Backpacking through Europe? Hanging out with friends? Earning a little extra cash? No. I was running wind sprints in an almost empty recreation center. And why? Because m...
Living in an apartment isn't always the best place to be, having to go to the laundromat regularly because your coin-operated machines in your building might as well be made for preschoolers. Thankfully, we had a huge laundromat in our busy college town t...
Pretty Thing by Mariessa "I'll give you twenty dollars if you show me your feet." Elijah balked at the middle-aged man's comment and tried not to gag. The college student leaned backward and gaped. He nervously played with his hands in his lap with a dark...
Dan may be easy to dislike, but there’s a psychology behind his particular predilection for trophy wives and married pussy. Hate him if you must, but there’s a story there. *** Dan's parents, though wealthy, have not transferred to him all the trappings t...
Not long ago, I published my first true story. It was called, “The Sluttiest Thing I Have Done,” and I enjoyed writing out a good memory. At Chez MC1982, something like the following conversation took place. My husband knows I write on this site and enjoy...
A few Saturdays later, Dan was putting his breakfast dishes away and cleaning up his condo. As he cleaned, he opened the windows to get some fresh air circulating. It was a great fall day, sunny with a slight breeze, still warm enough – though barely – fo...
‘Just lie back and relax. You’re going to need your energy.’ Of which I know you’re not gonna be short. ‘My husband?’ Cheating bastard. ‘No, he’s not around. Just you and me, sweetie. ‘You know I met him same place as you? Thirteen years ago.’ Same studen...
It was 4:22 in the morning, and I couldn’t sleep. I knew it had been a mistake to do a Thirsty Thursday the day before a test. Ricky, down the hall, had brought in some friends from home, the chemistry boys had played flip cups, and of course I’d done s...
I stepped into my room and locked the door behind me. I was so lucky I had a single.I unslung my gym bag and tossed it down by my desk. Going to the gym always makes me super horny. When I’m doing the weights, I’m fine, but right after, while I’m still sw...
“How does that feel, sweetheart?”Sam’s muscles undulated under my touch like waves in the ocean. This was the second time I had given him a real massage, and I could tell that it was long overdue. He was just as stiff as before—maybe even more. My slender...
I was ecstatic that I was getting to see Sam again, especially since it had only been a couple hours since I’d given him the massage. I had gotten so horny that, when we were done, I headed straight home and self-indulged, and the only thing I could fanta...
