“God, I need to get laid.” Mathilde almost chokes on her drink, and her eyes water. I grin. “Jesus Christ, Elodie.” “Well. I do.” Her phone rattles on the table, and she peers at it. “Fuck… I have to take this.” Around us, patrons soak up the sunshine, and their chatter blends with the bar staff's industry. I sit among them, trying to contain these unleashed carnal forces. They crawl and slither through me, hot and insist...

To say I was a little sexually frustrated was the understatement of the year. I had just broken up with my cheating boyfriend after catching him for a second time with another woman. With no current prospects on my radar to fulfill my growing needs, I fell into a daily routine of self-pleasure. For a while, this was enough. Masturbating took the edge off, but I needed more. I had never introduced any toys into my routines...

My best friend Mari and I bought the concert tickets months ago, despite having no real plan for how we’ll get there. Neither of us has a car, and no one in our country-music-obsessed town shares our taste, or is going. Legal adults or not, it’s a school night, which means asking our parents is off-limits. So, we dust off the classic I’ll be at my bestie’s house studying excuse. Every dollar we had went to the tickets, an...

John intensely watched Ms Morgan’s hand as it guided JJ toward the library. As they walked towards the door, her hand slipped downwards. And by the time they had reached the library's door, her hand was nestling firmly on Janet's jean-clad bottom. With his cock throbbing, a slightly bewildered Mr Jones turned towards Earnest and William. John’s mind was still mulling over what he had just witnessed. He may have hoped, but...

Thank you for reading my story; I hope that you enjoy it. Love, Mica xx, Yorkshire, England. I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me, a 'fanny' is the correct term for female genitalia, a 'pussy' is a pet cat, and the 'ass' is a 'bum' or 'arse'. Most people don’t realise how much or how little people who are blind can actually see. I can see movement, shapes, and colours, and if I g...

Continued from Neighborly Love Part 9: When they arrived home from their dinner at Ed and Vicky’s, Lexi told Jake she needed to use the restroom and sprinted inside. Ed’s seed was still seeping from her pussy and she wanted to clean up as soon as possible. Lexi desperately wanted to take a shower, but she felt it would arouse Jake’s suspicions as she always did this in the morning and never before bed. After using the bat...

As I left Paul's driveway, I realised that Paul and Julia had arranged for me to have sexual relations with my stepdaughter, Julia, without my wife, Melissa, knowing it, and we hoped to keep it that way. Looking at the intricate architecture with secrets before driving home made me nervous and excited. Melissa was pregnant with Paul, her daughter's boyfriend, and we planned to raise the child as our own to bring her joy....

Melania broke a sweat as she carried what felt like the hundredth box up the stairs of Kaleigh’s new house. It was a standard four-bedroom, three-bathroom house in a nice neighborhood with all the necessary ingredients for raising a family. Kaleigh and her husband had recently moved to the area with their two kids, and Melania was happy to help her old college roommate settle in after 15 years apart. “Where do you want th...

Opening my eyes, I was welcomed by the sight of waves breaking on the beach. Each wave crest was lit up with a reddish-orange glow as it rose to break upon the sand. The foam was like orange cotton candy or the froth on an Orange Julius. I didn't even care where I was, but I knew I was in Celia's apartment and had fallen asleep while being massaged. Now I was covered in a light blanket with a soft pillow under my head. I...

New insurance, new doctor. My wife had been bugging me to get a checkup, worried about how tired and stressed I had been. I kept telling her it’s just that we have a lot going on lately. I had changed careers, and we had both been so busy. She told me, “Honey, you are nearly forty. You shouldn’t be so run-down. Nothing seems to make you happy. You don’t… You don’t even seem interested in me. Please, if you love me, then y...