I help my new house mate lose his anal virginity by using my butt. (And cheat on my boyfriend in the process…) So I move into a new apartment with this guy I don’t know and on our first night we have some drinks to help get to know each other. It all comes out,
My sexual experience with dogs is very limited, and since I have experienced some guilt and shame over my actions, its not therefore something I encourage others to do. I consider myself to be a normal individual. I’m a college graduate, I’ve been happily married for 11 years, have two healthy children and a good
I was shopping with my wife one afternoon a frigid day in early January. We had just left Walmart and I drove past a homeless man leaning against a stop sign with a handmade sign exactly like the one I describe here. I have often wondered how people become homeless and why so few of
I often reminisce of the days when my job required travel and meeting a lot of interesting people. I was much younger and good looking then and I guess I was born with a talent for not only selling, but for persuasion. I had charm, a silver tongue, and a high level of lust for
Math class, 6th hour high school. Ms. Chapman was a teachers assistant and she was so sexy. She would ask me for gum everyday, then sit at her desk and twirl it on her finger. I didn’t think she would ever go for sex with a 16 year old high school student until I watched
Kelly was my best friend’s little sister. I met her my freshman year in college when she came in for a visit. She was a senior in highschool, but she looked 21, easily. She was up for a visit for her 18th birthday, my roommate Tim and I had decided that we would take her
Tracy enjoyed being in the nation’s capital, even if it was for business. She had worked for her company for several years and was finally promoted to Vice President. At the age of thirty-two, she was not only the youngest board member, but also the only female. Most of her female peers opted for marriage
“I’m Andy and I know what you’re thinking,” the slim figure said. “Boy or girl?” Andy was Kathy’s height, but rail-thin. “I’ll go with ‘girl,’” Bobby answered. “Since this is a lesbian bar.” “Me too,” Kathy said. “You just came out of the ladies room.” “You sure? With this hair?” Andy touched her boy-short brown
Carol’s job was hosting a Christmas party. She decided to wear a skirt and no panties. I was turned on by the idea. The company party was being held at a hotel about a half hour from where we lived. She said that they expected about 30 people to show up. We arrived at the
Kissing you again, I reach around and unzip your dress pulling it down off your shoulders a bit but not exposing anything just yet. I tenderly kiss your bare shoulder and across your collarbone to the other shoulder. You moan and lay your head back feeling my hot kisses setting your skin on fire. You
As I am helping the good doctor out the phone rings, its my mom, cos I hear doc saying, Yes, your son is here, he is very helpful, thank you for letting him help me, Yes, sure, no problem, I got food here, you want to talk to him, he gives me the phone, Yes
On my completion of my mba. I tried to learn french as i was trying to work in france. So i searched for some classes in chennai. Later i found a homely french tution were a married muslim lady of age 2e3 is taking class. So i enquired the fees and joined there and i
I had been at college for almost three weeks when the events I am writing about took place. My name is Karl. I’ve always considered myself a pretty normal guy. I played football in high school, dated a cheerleader, and usually got decent grades in my classes. Alright, enough about me… let me tell you
Dad raised his hand and was about to hit me. He was drunk as usual and complained that I was costing him too much. He wanted me out of his life. Tears were running down my eyes. I was a young 11-year-old boy living in a city in Russia. My name is Nicholas, and I
Faith let out a soft sigh and let her head fall back, her eyes closing as she relaxed atop her padded stool, elbows on the metal rail at the edge of the bartop, a slender glass stem held delicately in one hand, the other clutching the strap of her bag. She hadn’t really been sure