I'll try to recall this the best I can, although times and events run together. It all started when Randy, an old boyfriend, contacted me, asking if we could get together. Remembering the very pleasant and exciting times we'd had for a couple of months over a year previously, I agreed, although I had recently acquired a new boyfriend, Tom. I was sure I would lose him if he found out. Randy had rented a single-wide a coupl...

Every workday, Bindy caught the commuter train from her suburban apartment to downtown. And every day it was the same: walk to the station, wait for the train, find a seat, ride for half an hour, and walk a few blocks to work. Then reverse that going home. Nothing interesting ever happened until she ran a few minutes late one day and missed her train. She waited for the next one, but that train was much more crowded... an...

Category: Cheating, College sex, Strai “Excuse me, miss. Can I take a selfie with you?” I turned, and my breath caught. A tall, ruggedly handsome man in a worn brown coat stood there—Captain Malcolm “Mal” Reynolds from Firefly, down to the lopsided grin. He looked exactly like Nathan Fillion. My stomach flipped. “I’m Amber,” I said, smiling before I could stop myself. “Yes. Absolutely.” I glanced back at Chris. “Babe, can...

It was clear from what Vicki had told me over the years that from when she'd reached 16, she liked to dress to impress. Short skirts, bare legs, stockings, or hold-up. Anything to have her noticed by the kind of guys she was attracted to. On the back of what she shared with me, it was obvious that she regularly wore short skirts and stockings even to work. All the places she's worked seem to have one basic theme that link...

Russell and Colleen knew each other from an online sex site, chatted frequently online, and he always got her aroused by delving into her fantasies. He knew she loved to get turned on and try to deny herself an orgasm, so he gave her tasks to test her. He proposed that if she could do one of his tasks each evening for three days and not cum, he would indulge her fantasy to meet in a crowded bar for some secretive fooling...

Vicki started going to clubs when she was 16; like all girls that age, she looked a lot older. Especially when she's told me the kind of outfits she used to wear: hot pants and a loose, low-cut top or a short dress or skirt and blouse, with bare legs and high heels, sometimes with a bra, sometimes without (she's always liked to show off her round 36D tits). Sexually, by this time she'd given the usual blow job to guys at...

The way things are going in our world, maybe reading about a different kind of world would be a good respite. o o o A little background This story took place in an unnamed tropical world, one of jungled forests with clear lakes and small, warm ponds. The humans who lived in this ideal world relied on the Earth for all their needs: shelter, food, and water, and with plenty for all, there was almost no greed or theft, and t...

Joan arrived home, looking and smelling like a fucked Whore. She knew her husband, John, would punish her for letting this man use and abuse her, brutally fucking her in a situation where she had no control. The door opened as Joan started up the front steps. Her husband, John, stood there with a grimace on his face. He pulled her into the house and into his arms, and then he stopped. The smell of her fucked, pissed-on bo...

The white paper crinkled beneath me as I brought my knees toward my chest, my legs parting easily. I wasn’t sure what was more humiliating—the position, or the way my body settled into it. She handled me the way she had handled countless others, spreading warmth over my sensitive skin. To her this was routine. To me, it was foreplay. I knew embarrassment would be the furthest thing from my mind when she pressed the strip...

"Let me see? You are so beautiful, especially with that orange dress." She laughed, embarrassed. "My boyfriend wouldn't like it." "But he's not here. I hardly ever see him. Does he even exist?" Trícia bit her lip, embarrassed, looking at the floor, uncomfortable. "Okay, I overreacted. Sorry." "Don't you want to lie down? I know you like to sleep after lunch." I agreed, frustrated. I wanted that naked brunette in front of...