LOGINThis is an email I dug up from an old college girlfriend after we reconnected. Sweet slender girl, long thick dark hair. Nice memory from years ago. She’s okay with it being posted with changed names and places. We went to different colleges in the same town. Old early girlfriends are some of the greatest people in the world.
From Marla:You reminded me when you wrote of the first time I stroked you to climax. It had to have been just a few months after we first got together, my seconThis is an email I dug up from an old college girlfriend after we reconnected. Sweet slender girl, long thick dark hair. Nice memory from years ago. She’s okay with it being posted with changed names and places. We went to different colleges in the same town. Old early girlfriends are some of the greatest people in the world.From Marla:You reminded me when you wrote of the first time I stroked you to climax. It had to have been just a few months after we first got together, my second year of college. We’d been on the long bus ride back from my home in Eastham visiting my parents on the Cape that weekend. I was staying with you that night before heading back to my dorm Monday.I’d been daydreaming during the ride about your penis while you dozed or read. The more I thought about it, the more exciting it became. We’d fiddled around a little in those early days but hadn’t had many nights together. You usually just rubbed against my leg to come while we fondled and kissed.
Downtown Kansas City at 10:30 on a cold night. Tall buildings, wet pavement reflecting the stoplights, a sharp breeze pushing you along empty sidewalks. Up ahead, Club Eros—neon outline of a naked woman shaking her hips. The booth guy looks and smells like he hasn’t showered in days, bloodshot eyes, puffy bags. Ten bucks. Black smiley-face stamp on your hand. “Enjoy the show.”Inside, the smoke hits first—cigarettes, sweat, cheap perfume. You take a table toward the back, not too close. Wallet half-open: a five, a ten, six ones. Just enough to wait out the cold. Black leather couches along the walls, men with hands in their laps. You shake your head, telling yourself you’ll never end up like that.A beat drops. The announcer’s voice rolls over the speakers: “Starting off tonight’s festivities… a home-grown Kansas City girl… she’s sexy… she’s sultry… and if ya get too close she’ll bite your dick off… put your hands together for Club Eros’ own… VIXEN!”You know the song—Nine Inch Nail
The crotch of her boyshorts remained moist. Not moist. Wet. "Do you feel it?" "Oh yeah!" Somehow, my penis, cruelly trapped in my panties got harder. "You are nevertheless half-dressed," Sammy said. "I’m nearly nude" She unfastens my belt and opened my fly. I’ve gone commando along with my suddenly-freed cock. "Oh my!" She bent her hands around my rigid rod. "I guess we’re even now." "Yeah." I press my hands against Sammy's crotch and crook my middle finger, running it up and down the moist fabric covering her slit. "Half dressed and playing with each others' crap." "We might be dressed." Sammy guides my hands on her boyshorts' waistband. I pull them down. She rips them away. "Like this." She pulled down my jeans. I finish off them. Afterward, we adopt. Naked. "You know how to handle a girl," Sammy purrs. "Perhaps you’ve had lots of?" "No. Just a few." I’d los
I’m standing at the back of a lavish condo’s rear bedroom, watching two men fuck while gay porn plays on the TV. Henry lies on his back, legs folded against his chest. Charles kneels between his thighs and slides into him.“Wow,” Sammy whispers beside me. “That is so sexy.”She’s a classic butch — short hair, work boots, blue Dockers, white men’s shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Boy-cute rather than intimidating. We’re only two hours into the party. Liquor flows freely and people keep slipping outside to smoke, so everyone is a little wasted. Sammy came with her ultra-femme girlfriend Fritzie, who’s still in the living room.I hadn’t expected to find Sammy here, watching so intently. I didn’t think butches were into male-male sex.She turns and catches me looking. “Enjoying the show?” I ask.“Oh yeah. I’ve never seen two men… for real.”We stand side by side at the foot of the bed, eyes moving between the couple on the mattress and each other. I’ve alwa
Raina stepped out of her car and reminded herself she could still back out. The entire weekend was blocked for this “experience,” but the safe word would end everything the moment she said it. For years the shy coed had kept her darkest fantasies locked away. Late at night she dreamed of a faceless man taking complete control—tying her up, forcing her to do every filthy thing she secretly craved. She had never told a soul. On her twenty-second birthday she decided it was time to find out what would happen if she finally gave in. Now, walking down the darkened street in the skin-tight black dress and sky-high heels the stranger had ordered her to wear, her face burned with humiliation. The dress barely covered her ass. She wore nothing underneath but a tiny thong. Her full breasts bounced with every nervous step. A passing driver slowed to stare and the mix of shame and arousal nearly made her turn back. She had met him online after posting a slightly provocative ad just to see wh
I finished getting ready for the wedding — navy gown, lacy blue lingerie, sheer stockings, heels. My friend arrived, gave me an approving look, and we drove over while catching up. Something felt different. He kept glancing at me with a new intensity I hadn’t noticed before.The ceremony and reception passed in a blur of flowers, drinks, and introductions. When the bride called him “a fantastic catch,” his hand squeezed mine.Later I slipped away for a moment. He followed me into a quiet hallway and pulled me into a secluded stairwell. He whispered that I looked good enough to eat, then leaned in and kissed me.I didn't pull back, however, I returned the kiss as I felt his hands wrap around my waist and pulled me into him. As the kisses grew more passionate, I felt his hands slip down along my dress and slide upward. My hands went down his torso until I started fumbling with his zipper. He broke the kiss and whispered in a low raspy voice, wishing to get better acquainte
My best friend Jade and I have been having sex to avoid getting pregnant. We didn’t want to end up a trailer park cliché, pregnant teen. But we needed sex. So we had sex with each other. It's great, but I’ve always felt like it wasn’t enough. Like I need to have a cock in me. I’ve never had sex with
Sara Johnson was three months post-divorce and horny. At thirty-six years old, she was done with playing the good girl after leaving her sexless marriage and had just spent the evening literally charming the pants off of her date. They had agreed to meet at a local bar, and after a few drinks, she
I made my way round to the other end of the bench. I knelt down on the floor. I ran my tongue up the inside of his leg edging my way to my goal. I licked his silky soft balls. I ran my cock up and down the shaft before plunging it into my mouth. It slammed against the back of my throat making me ga
Five wet cocks were in front of me and it was hard not to take a long hard look.I had to suppress my reaction this was a public place after all.I was in the hotel gym’s changing room. I had just finished my workout and five members of the visiting football team were just showering off as I got dres







