Public petting Stories

Bonfire Promises and the Day After The next morning came slow and hazy, sunlight slicing through the slats of Cal’s bedroom blinds like it had a personal grudge. Milo woke last, head pounding faintly from cheap beer and the memory of Lena’s laugh cutting through the bonfire smoke. His mouth tasted like salt and regret—not for the spill, not for the conversation, but for how badly he’d wanted to kiss her right there on the...

Pam "Didn't you say something about hairy guys and liking it doggie-style?" I asked Rachel while deciding where to go next. "Yes, I did!" she squealed like an excited little kid. "Alright then, let's set off on our next journey!" Dennis added, nearly equally charged about moving along. There were no more Scary areas in our path, so it was smooth sailing as we neared the door to the werewolf house. Rachel and I were each h...