Posted: May 31st, 2011 | Author: Patrick | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
Susan picked the shopping cart that had the baby seat attached on the front. Not the one where kids put there legs through, but a seat like the one in her car where she has to put a newborn baby in. She pushed through the many isles of the women’s clothing section, trying to pick out some new clothes for herself as well as her daughter who would most likely not where anything that she picks out for her; but she will still try anyway.
She was wearing a yellow dress with little red flowers on them. As soon as her husband left to work that morning, she undid the top three buttons on her dress to show a small but noticeable cleavage that she hoped would get her some attention. But as it was in the middle of the day, in the women’s section of the department store, she wasn’t finding that much attention except from the disapproving eyes of some of the older women shopping there that day. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: May 31st, 2011 | Author: Leroy | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
It was late and I was out on the porch looking at the night sky. It was beautiful: midnight blue, bright white stars and a full moon. I was so engrossed in the beauty that I didn’t hear you pull up. I didn’t know you were there until I heard you say “hello Baby”. I turn with a smile on my face and catch my breath at the sight of you. I don”t move, afraid that you are a figment of my imagination. You walk slowly to me, not saying a word, your eyes doing the talking for you. They are lit by an inner fire that I have seen before and have dreamed about often. You stop in front of me, draw me to you and kiss me passionately. I melt into you. Without saying a word you take me inside to the bedroom. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: May 31st, 2011 | Author: Jeffrey | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
I love walking in the gardens at night. They hold a lot of memories for me, both old and new. But my favorite gardens are the rose gardens in my backyard.
My name is Lauri, and I live in the country. My father owns a nice peice of land to grow his prize flowers that supply many florists in our city. But we have our own private rose garden with benches in the center.
Now being an only child to a single father, well it has many disadvantages. But the worst of it is, is the overprotectiveness. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: May 30th, 2011 | Author: Andy | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
“You’re here to scout Richie Belton, aren’t you?”
I looked up from my notepad into the gorgeous blue eyes of a woman who couldn’t be much older than 19. Her auburn hair was pinned up, but looked like it could be down to the middle of her back. She stood about 5′4” with proud round tits that bulged forth through a tight sweater and a killer body poured into a pair of blue jeans. I smiled back.
“Now, I usually don’t answer that question. I might be a scout, and if I am, I’m searching out a lot of talent in this tournament, not just Richie Belton.” Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: May 30th, 2011 | Author: Gregory | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
*Chapter 01: The Beginning*
I had been playing this day out in my head for months. Today was the day when you and I would finally meet in person. Hear each others voices, see each others smiles, and listen to each others laughter. How would I act? What would I say? Would I live up to the expectations of your minds eye? All these thoughts raced through my head as the cab pulled up to your door. Too late to turn back, but too nervous to move, I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and open the door. Handing the cabby his fare, I exit the car and begin the short walk to your door. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: May 30th, 2011 | Author: Patrick | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
Melissa’s with another man now.
When I met her, it was roughly four years ago, and she was married to a guy in California who didn’t really seem to care too much about her, what she wanted out of life, or what her interests were. Instead, he only seemed to care about who she was hanging out with, since her friends were deemed “weird” by him.
When I met her, it was at a large concert in Virginia. We’d met that April and instantly hit it off: me, slightly dorky in nature but relatively handsome. She was a dusty blonde with short hair, one of those “outdoorsy” types with a slim body, small breasts and a cute ass. The kind of girl that looked like she was very limber…if you were thinking that way. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: May 28th, 2011 | Author: Kurt | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
After my brief encounter with Alex, I had been feeling even more horny than usual. I had taken to going for long jogs every morning to try and burn off some of my sexual energy, but it had really only been making things worse.
Every morning as I left for my run, I would see all the girls who worked at the bars and hotels beginning their working day. One bar-girl especially caught my eye. She was short, probably about 5′2″, but with large breasts for her frame, and an athletic body with firm legs. She would almost always be wearing small pink hotpants, along with the official bar t-shirt, which was pulled tight by her generous breasts. By now I knew her name was Alice, because last night at her bar she had introduced herself to the whole bar before her and two other girls danced on the bar in front of everyone. It was kind of like ‘Coyote Ugly’ only hot. Today I smiled at her and kept running, maybe I would stop and chat some other time! Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: May 28th, 2011 | Author: Jeffrey | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
Before I start my story I just want to tell you a little about me, and the jeep guy I”m nothing special, I am 5ft3 and I have blonde hair, which comes from a bottle, I have bluey-green eyes, I am not a slim girl, so the story I am about to tell, is a dream Which came true. The jeep guy, who I will not name for personal reasons, is 6ft 3 red Hair which is very dark, and he has the most amazing green eyes, he works on building sites, so you can imagine his build, prior to this story I met this guy, 2yrs previous, in which time we became friends, I have to tell you now, nothing else ever happened before Not through lack of trying on my part, I think it was down to the fact he had to move where there were jobs, so on and of in those 2yrs we only saw one another maybe 5 times A quick hello and he was gone… ok so now back to my story… Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: May 28th, 2011 | Author: Lonnie | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
“The events that follow in this story are, as far as I can remember, entirely true, except for the time frame - we didn’t meet and go camping the next day. The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. I also want to thank lowercase and turtlecrossing for taking the time to edit my story and offer some much needed suggestions. I hope you enjoy it…”
I was down in New York for a little while, working at a horse show, and seeing a few of my friends who lived in the area. I had been having a blast for the first few days - working hard, playing harder, and one of my friends was coming to see me that night. After a very long day at work, I went to a cook out my boss was throwing on the show grounds to have a few beers, smoke a joint, and unwind. I grabbed some steak, a beer, and went to sit down at the picnic table and wait for my friend Mallory to show up. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: May 26th, 2011 | Author: Elmer | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
The late evening sun sends rays of slowly deepening red and pink light shooting in through the big bay windows of the bedroom, coloring the walls, the bed, and your lovely skin. You stand framed in the window, watching the sun. Your hair is tied up in a sleek ponytail; a string of pearls, shining pinkish in the sunset, lays gently around your smooth neck. A thin black dress cups and caresses your body; I especially admire the way it clings to your hips, the hem stopping just a few inches below your awesomely cute ass. You smell heavenly. I’ve taken off my jacket, leaving me in black slacks and white dress shirt, which is unbuttoned, halfway after removing my tie. We’re just back from the concert, and my eyes are drawn irresistibly to you; you turn your head and grin, knowing my thoughts after watching you flirt shamelessly with many of the best-looking men there, giving one a flash of nipple, another a flash of thigh, another the grazing of sweet breast on his arm as you brush past…I’m lusting just thinking about it. Read the rest of this entry »