ログインSometimes I just get really fucking horny. Usually that's when I text my ex, because I'm the absolute worst and wouldn't know self-control if it was literally dicking me down.I was on break at my weekend job with my finger hovering over the send button when Beth snatched my phone out of my hand."I know that look," she said. "If you're fucking texting Matt again, I swear to God...""I wasn't texting Matt."She squinted at the screen."Huh. I guess not. You're texting someone called Mistake that you're horny as hell and asking what they're doing tonight. My apologies, dude. You're clearly thinking straight after all.""Shut up."I grabbed my phone back, but the interruption was enough to snap me out of it. I realized how fucked up it would be to text Matt, so I muttered a thanks to Beth and deleted the message instead of hitting send.He was a cunt. Besides, I was pretty sure he was seeing someone new.If I wanted to be a hole, there were plenty more fish in the sea. Still... better t
Screwed Again (2)I really hadn't looked closely at her until now because, honestly, I'd been more interested in getting drunk and forgetting how pissed off I was.That statement, however, definitely made me take a long look.She had shoulder-length dark hair, a pretty face, a nice smile, and a figure that was neither fat nor thin.Until that moment, I hadn't even noticed she was wearing a tank top that showed off a firm chest and a hint of her belly.I’d had a few beers but nowhere near enough to lose interest in séx.With a smile, I took her hands and simply said, "Sure!"She grinned back at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.I fired up the phone and ordered an Uber while we walked toward the bar entrance.When the car was almost there, I got up to pay the tab.I slipped an arm around her as we stood, pulling her close for a kiss.She seemed surprised at first, then pressed her lips to mine, our tongues greeting each other eagerly.I slid a hand down her back and cupped her áss,
It was a Friday, almost six p.m., and I was sitting at a corner table in a local bar, finishing my fifth or sixth beer.A couple of guys in their mid-thirties were at the bar, likely unwinding after work.A woman about my age sat at a nearby table, nursing a drink and glancing at her phone.In the corner, an older man nursed a beer, looking like he rarely moved from that spot.A younger couple at a table nearby seemed more interested in each other than their food, hugging, kissing, and hesitantly groping.I guessed they hadn’t been dating long and probably hadn’t had séx yet.The woman kept checking her watch and her phone. Eventually, she dialed a number, and I could hear only her side of the conversation.She held the phone to her ear, tapping her foot impatiently. “Hello, is Dave there?” she snapped, frowning.She waited a beat, rolling her eyes. “No? Who’s this?”Her hand flew to her forehead as she scowled. “What the fúck! I’m his girlfriend! I’ve been with him for six months!”
This story is intended for adults aged 18 and older and contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. Readers should be aware that it includes depictions of gay sexual activity, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, cruising, public sexual encounters, power-exchange and submissive/dominant dynamics, explicit sexual language, and descriptions of consensual sexual acts between adults.All characters depicted in sexual situations are adults. This work is presented as fiction and is intended solely for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.•••When I was in college, at a large state university in the South, I haunted the johns looking to service other students. In those days, when gay liberation had not arrived in the South, most of the homosexual activity at the college involved sucking off straight guys in the johns.But there was also some activity in the then rather small town, which boasted a cruising area around the train station. It was there that I encountered "Golden Boy,"
The Jogging Quickie (5)I was in this gorgeous man's sauna on my knees, rocking over the first few inches of his cock, and I felt unbelievably sexy doing it."That's a good little pet. That's Daddy's perfect cocksucker."He called himself Daddy again, and the word hit me like a jolt. My cock twitched instantly. He wanted this roleplay just as much as I did."Yes, Daddy. I love this cock. I want all of it. You make me so fucking horny."The words spilled out before I could stop them, and that only made me want him more.I closed my lips around him again and pushed myself deeper. Inch by inch, I took more of him, until I was managing four, then five inches. My eyes watered, but I held steady, concentrating on every breath.I found a rhythm and stayed there, dragging my mouth all the way down and all the way back up
The Jogging Quickie (4)I undressed and wrapped the towel lightly around my waist.I was still willing my boner to stay soft. I just wanted to be friends with him. His house was immaculate. I didn't want his cock.I didn't.When I came back out, he was wrapped in a small towel too, holding the sauna door open for me."Ready?" he asked, and his impressive frame looked incredibly good nearly naked.We walked in, and I noticed it really was a small setup. The room was all light wood and featured a large lower step and a large upper step.He told me it was better on the top step, so we both sat up there.Once we were seated, he immediately turned a nearby dial, lowering the lights to a more ambient glow that looked like distant stars.The steam and blue-yellow lighting were immediately relaxing. I
I climbed onto the bed and she greeted me with a grin and a welcoming embrace, pulling me close as she breathed, “Oh God, that is hot,” while my sloppy, wet cøck pushed into her equally wet pússy.I knew I was not going to last long, and as I thrust into her she gasped my name and whispered, “Don’t
His Horny Slút (3)I should not want this. That is the thought I keep repeating, but my body refuses to obey. Every shift of my hips makes me wetter, and the sound of it fills the quiet air, obscene and shameless. The woman I pretend to be in boardrooms, the one who sits in tailored suits and comma
From Wife To Pórnstar (4)I sat on the couch with my knees pressed tight together, staring at the blank white wall behind the camera. The leather felt cold against the backs of my thighs, and the silence in the room stretched until I could hear my own heartbeat.Rick adjusted the tripod, crouching
Before I could even respond, her mouth was back on me, and I was shaking in a matter of seconds. My body felt like it was being struck by electricity, every nerve ending alive with need. I wasn’t even sure I truly knew what an orgasm was until that moment. I exploded all over her fingers, and as so







