It was a twenty-minute drive on the highway before turning onto a more desolate road that led to several small communities and farms. Her family lived on seventy acres of land with a creek that ran through their property. We had once talked about grabbing...
I was just finishing up some schoolwork early before the weekend officially began. I was a freshman in college, majoring in psychology. The city that housed the college was only an hour’s drive away from my small hometown. I opted to stay home instead of...
After chatting with Jon and Pam for a week, we’d decided to finally meet at a restaurant mid-way between our homes. We arrived early, eager as could be, and requested a table for four. Catherine and I ordered our drinks and didn’t have to wait long for ou...
Welcome back to my sexual autobiography! In this series of stories, I take questions I see posed on the Lush forums and answer them truthfully. And this poster wonders what sweet nothings have been whispered into my ear before, during and after the act! T...
I like to swim in our local outdoor pool during the summer, but unlike almost everyone else, I prefer to go when the weather is bad. I'm guaranteed my own lane and am usually all alone in the sauna afterward. It is not unheard of that I relax a little too...
Del’s widow, Donna dried her tears and surveyed the group of perhaps twenty people assembled at the graveside. She nodded to neighbors Carmen and Franco. She caught the eye of Del’s boss, Brad, who shook his head and shifted his gaze to the ground. She tr...
After splitting with Tracy, Patton found a rental deal with five people he managed at the Rip’s Billiard Room & Bar in Pasadena. This rental was a mansion at the top of the hills in East Los Angeles. Two female bartenders, a waitress, a chef, and his best...
Slap, slap, slap, slap rang out as Michael's hips hit my ass. I could still taste his saltiness on my lips. Slap, slap, slap, slap. There was no mercy, no letting up. Slap, slap, slap, slap. With each collision of Michael's hips against my ass, his hands...
….Tyler leads me out of the club, my cock still dripping. As we approach the exit, Tyler slows down and makes me walk in front of him. At first I don't understand why, but then I feel his cock pressing against my ass and all becomes clear. I slow down, gi...
I had just moved into the flat across the landing. It was one of those Yale locks and silly me - I locked myself out. I had said hello to you once when I was moving my stuff in. I saw you were checking me out. I was in my tight grey leggings that day. I k...
When I was in school, I was taller than most, about 6 foot or so, and sported some hair on my chest and was already shaving my face. My sister, who was a junior in high school at the time, would always tease me by calling me a young Tom Selleck. Anyway, w...
