I was pissed at her for being so rude to my friends at a party we were at. They were just flirting with her a little like young-virile men that they are and she got upset. She is always like this so uptight about herself and her fuckin’ stupid ideals. I just stood there looking
“But Dave, your finger works fine. You have enough feeling in it to please any woman,” claimed Mary. “Believe me, we appreciate the real thing. So, why try something artificial, something plastic?” Dave smoldered. He had planned this out, and he didn’t want to have to justify it. “Look, this is important to me. I
She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. How many times had she thought about it, but figured it would never happen, or worse case scenario, she might chicken out. But no, here she was, about to realize a fantasy that was too long in the making. Patti sat in her car for a few
I really needed to clear my head. I decided a vigorous exercise program would go a long way in making me forget about acting as a submissive slut to a grandpa at the rest stop. It had been four months and a girlfriend later and my one gay experience was buried in my past. Well,
I am a 28 year old male, and I can honestly say I was put on this earth to make babies. It’s true, I have at least a dozen bastards out there and I have pledged to make it my mission in life to bring dozens more into this world of ours. How you ask?
I saw her for the second time at a party. I knew who she was because she’d gone out for a while with a friend of mine; she didn’t know me. She didn’t know anybody at the party, actually – she was so smashed she could hardly stand up. Her eyes were bleary, she was
As I stood next to the train tracks watching my boyfriend drive away, I thought to myself why do I always hookup with the assholes? We had been out dancing at the local bar when we got in an argument over the price of eggs in china (well he had been drinking a lot) which
Donna Hartley was no shrinking violet. She had the kind of job many men would have envied; she was a sports commentator for super bike racing and loved every minute of it. She presented the image of a tall confident woman in her late thirties, not frightened of the world and what it had to
I went into a deep sleep of which I have no recollection. The first thing that I became aware of was dreaming that Susan was fondling my still raging erection. I remember feeling so happy that I was going to get my wet dream about Susan. I dreamed that she began pumping my tool as
My little sister is sick. Some people would say I was even sicker, because I take advantage of her. No, I mean physically sick, not mentally. Though some people might say she was mentally sick too. You see, my little sister drinks pee. Yes, pee. Piss. Urine. You know what I mean. You see, she
It was a Tuesday afternoon, the grade 11 class of girls all jumped into the pool; Ms. Robins watched as the girls stretched and occasionally splashed each other. “Ms. Fields, please watch the girls, make sure each girl does 20 laps, they can play some water polo after that. I’m going to the office to