Posted: February 26th, 2009 | Author: Lonnie | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
“Author’s note: I’ve changed the names of the actual people and places for everyone’s protection, and I’ve been deliberately vague about a few dates. You’ll soon understand why that is necessary. Not everyone believes in the incredible power of real love, and that’s likely the reason so many settle instead for so much less. If the people who work with me figure out that I’m the man in this story, I’m certain they’ll think I’m mentally and emotionally unbalanced. They’re already openly concerned about what I did. Real love is truly much more powerful than most people believe. Not me. Not anymore.” Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: February 26th, 2009 | Author: Patrick | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
Laura was miffed at me. I was taking too much satisfaction at being hung up on my Ollie Pettersen, twice in one day.
I stopped talking about Ollie”s urgent telephone call and she dropped it too.
“What”s in the package?” She asked as she slid next to me on the car seat. She had seen the package that had arrived from my family. It was a box of birthday presents for me. This would mark the third birthday that Laura had forgotten or overlooked since we had been acquainted.
“It”s from my family,” I answered casually. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: February 25th, 2009 | Author: Leroy | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
Steve had arrived at their Spanish villa a couple of days before the rest of the family in order to open it up, clean it and get the pool sorted. When he collected them from the airport, he was surprised to see that Josie and the children had their neighbour’s eighteen year-old daughter Caroline in tow. With Caroline mooching listlessly round the house before going to university, and driving her mother mad, Josie asked her if she wanted to come with her to Spain - she’d appreciate some company and help with the girls. Steve and Josie had known her since she was a little girl, when they had moved in next door to her parents. She had baby-sat for them and Steve had helped her with her homework, and at sixteen she had had a crush on Steve that was so obvious her mum would tease her into total mortification in front of them; Josie would smile and try and ease her discomfort with hilarious tales of her own infatuation at the same age with the married rector of her local church. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: February 25th, 2009 | Author: Elmer | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
From the moment she took his hand, Shayna felt the electricity. Like walking across a rug and touching something. A vooom, a kapow!! the spark of immediate attraction. Brad was a man she wanted to know much better.
Dinner was magnificent - Shayna supposed. To tell the truth, she could barely remember the meal - she was so lost in this man. And he in her, it seemed. She didn’t remember much of the conversation in the car on the way there either, all she knew is she was going to break the rule she’d had in her dating days — she was going to fuck this man on the first date. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: February 24th, 2009 | Author: Andy | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
“This is the conclusion to a previously posted submission. For more on these characters, you may want to read “Reunion”. Thanks to everyone who offered advice after part one.”
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Mike stirred under the covers. Something smelled appetizing. Mike opened his eyes to a delectable sight: Weslie had her back to him was pouring some wine into a bowl. She was clad in nothing but her silky chocolate skin and her apron. She put the bottle aside and whisked the contents of the bowl. It made her round bottom jiggle. When Weslie finished her mixing, she poured the concoction into a dish. She bent at the waist to place it in the oven. Mike licked his lips, and his cock stirred under the blanket. As if she’d felt his gaze on her, Wes turned around and smiled at him. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: February 24th, 2009 | Author: Leroy | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
“For all the men who aren’t picture perfect and all the women that took the time to notice them anyway. ”
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I have no idea when it was that I met him, though it seems as though I have known him forever. We have yet to touch each other in a sexual way, but my wish is that one day we will do so. Who am I talking about you may wonder? His name is John and I sit with him every day on my lunch break at the same diner where we met.
What started as a polite smile became a polite “Hi. How are you?” and then before I knew it, we were sitting together for lunch talking quite openly about all areas of our lives and going out occasionally as friends to the movies or for a dinner after work. The only touches we had shared was a courteous hand on my back as he led me into a room or a touch on my arm to bring my attention to something else. Read the rest of this entry »