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An erotic essay about how I like to jack off for girls ever since I was a teen. It’s something of a CFNM fetish. Back in the day when ff.net allowed erotic stories like these, one reviewer wanted to know more about why & how I liked to jack off in front of girls as […]
You met me in one of the private booths in back. The screen came on and rolled the movie I had selected. It was a story about a massage parlor, and when the housewife went in and was surprised to get a woman to serve her, I wrapped my arms around you and cupped your […]
I’m an ordinary guy, nothing special about me at all. Well, maybe my choice in women could set me apart from most. It all started one rainy afternoon in Northern California as I was driving home after a party I’d attended alone the day before. I’d stayed over at a friend’s house and after a […]
Selena, my wife, and I had an amazing experience some years ago. It was like we were two innocents who arrived in Amsterdam. We did all the usual tourist haunts, eventually walking around the Red Light District. We were amazed by what was on offer. Then one day a doorman talked us into going into […]
Vanessa had never been to a nudist beach before but she was aware that I had been to the one at Morfa Dyffryn in Wales. It was a huge beach, beautiful sand backed by sand dunes and much of it was given over to nudist bathers. You have to work about a mile along the […]
The morning grass was still damp but he didn’t notice as he walked across the park. His pace was just a bit fast, as if he were in a hurry but forcing himself to appear relaxed. The playground equipment was deserted; the children were all in school, and it was still too early for anyone […]
John and Rachel had been dating for about a month. They lived in the same apartment building across the hall from each other. John was 21 and Rachel had just turned 18 that week. A pretty blonde, she was quite a catch for John. He had met her parents. They were concerned about John’s age, […]
Riding home from work in the New York subway was something I did every day, but this time it was different. It was rush hour, and it was crowded in that car. Always is, and usually I hate it. Squeezed into a corner of the train, clinging desperately to the handrail above me as I’m […]