After dark, special delivery for my online friend: me. I pull into her driveway. Walk to her door. Knock. We’ve never met yet she greets me in lingerie. I step inside and close her door. A smile. Hello. Our lips lock together in the entryway. I pull down her front, revealing hardened nipples. My mouth travels south, consuming her neck… chest… breasts. Until I sink to the floor, back to her door, looking up. Then she gets...

Part two. Kat’s immaculate tease. "Jeff, you're too much." “Well, you can’t blame me for wanting another kiss from a beautiful woman.” Up to this point in our friendship, I had refrained from directly complimenting her looks, which are second to none in my book. Yes, we had flirted back and forth in nearly every other way, but I always feared a direct rejection if I swooned over her candidly. Believe me, the way I felt, I...

I hate those Saturday afternoons when there’s an international Rugby game being played in Dublin. We get thousands of Scots running around town wearing kilts shouting, “There’s nothing worn under ma kilt.” If not them, it’s the English fans singing Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, a song, or chant, that features various gestures that tradition dictates they have to include. If you get one wrong, you have to knock a drink back. I...

Mia looked at the clock. It was inching closer and closer to the end of the final period for a Friday afternoon. She sat there, her pen lightly tapping her advanced trigonometry textbook. Mr. Harper was talking in the background while Mia’s best friend, Halley, regaled her about the romantic picnic her boyfriend, Luke, took her on. Halley’s voice was low, but animated. “He brought chocolate-covered strawberries, Mia. And...

Standing beside my parked car, I gaze at the modest bungalow in front of me. Clad in brown sandstone blocks, it seems solid and reassuring. Within are two people I have travelled north to meet: man and wife. Actually, ‘meet’ is the wrong verb. I have come for her. Since leaving home, I have played out every possible scenario. They are strangers, really, faces I only know from photographs and characters from their text mes...

My father still didn't come for me. He still ignored me, ignored my hints. He knew I wanted him; he knew I was doing this for attention. He paraded Angel in often, snickering when she did some chores before going up to his room. He was teasing me, the whole time knowing how my body begged for his. My package showed up, the one I was dying for. I took it up to my room, opening it in a flurry. I dumped everything out, eyein...

Part 1 – Community Buzz Nancy Drool locked the door of the Community Buzz coffee shop while coworkers Stacy, Darcy, and Marci shook their ponytails loose to end another successful day. Watching the prettiest girls and the sleaziest guys mingle on a Friday was exhausting, but Nancy allowed the prettiest and the sleaziest to stay after closing time. Intimate lamp-lit booths lined brick walls decorated with local pop-art, an...

Every summer, the company's owner throws a party for his employees. He has a few acres well out of town. It comes complete with a four-room house and a good-sized pond. All of us chip in fifty bucks to make it as much fun as possible and help cover the extras for our dates, wives, or whoever. I asked Valerie if she thought her Mom might enjoy the party. “Call Mom and ask her. I think it would do her good. And I think it w...

Julia had just given me one of my most amazing experiences in my young life, a sensual, beautiful blowjob that made me blow my load into her mouth. I didn't think anything could match it, but she asked me to return the favour, and at first I was unsure what she meant. Julia rose to her feet, standing before me, as I sat upon the sofa, staring at her amazing figure. Sweat dripping down my body, my cock still semi-erect bet...