The Hiding Game Ch. 09

Homecoming week had taken over Glenn Valley High School to the point of obnoxiousness when I went to class on Monday morning. Crappy posters were hanging everywhere, all lockers had been decorated with green bows, and even the cafeteria would be serving green Gatorade with every meal so we could really get into the homecoming spirit. It all made me feel very much like punching someone. I had planned to pass a note to Seth during study hall, indicating that I wanted to see him, but when we casually passed each other in the hallway before first hour, it was him who pressed a piece of paper into my hands. I waited to unfold it until I had actually sat down in study hall and the bell had rung. Read the rest of this entry »

The Cowboy & His Girls

Last night my roommate Paula brought this hunk named Randall home with her from the bar. Randall was so tall; he had to duck to get through the doorway. He had beautiful long black curly hair, deep blue eyes and huge muscles. She told me he was a movie cowboy. He was a walking wet dream for every woman in the neighborhood.

She led him with a smile for me, into her bedroom by his bulging cock. I heard her laugh and say “Did I do this to you?” He groaned out an answer and I could hear the slurping of my roommate as she licked and sucked him. I moved the picture that covered the spy hole in our adjoining wall so I could watch. Read the rest of this entry »

To Dream

“Introduction”

Yawning, I yelled up to Mom “I’m going to bed!” and walked into my room. Pulling my shirt up over my head and tossing it onto the floor, I stepped into my bathroom and began brushing my teeth. Left, right, left, right. I became so engrossed in the hypnotic repetition that I stood there, brushing my teeth, staring at myself in the mirror as my mirror image brushed his teeth, that I brushed for well over five minutes. Coming to my senses, I spat, washed out my mouth, and proceeded to take out my contacts and put on my glasses. This done, I walked back into my room, stripped down to my boxers, and hit the lights. Fumbling my way over to my bed the same way I do every night, I put my glasses in their case, crawled into bed, and stepped lightly from my body into my dream… Read the rest of this entry »

You Are Invited

“This story encompasses aspects of group sex, voyeurism, anal sex and minor bdsm elements. Credit for the idea of this story belongs to Ster001 who requested this fantasy through the Story Ideas Forum. I hope I did it justice.”

Tara Andrews muttered as she walked to her closet. What on earth was she going to wear? Dan, her husband, had received an invitation to an exclusive party held by his boss. These parties were known throughout town as ’social events’ and a personal invite was a coveted treasure. Read the rest of this entry »

My First Time

It was a warm spring day as I drove my car my thoughts racing like the miles. I was due to meet him in 15 minutes, and I was excited as hell. My first time meeting him this man I knew so well.

I had decided I’d dress cool and casual. Wearing tight black jeans, short silver tee, and my favorite velvet jacket. I smiled to myself knowing I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Why” you ask, because I knew what was going to happen as soon as I met him. Even over electronic wires you can sense someone’s passion about them and for you. Read the rest of this entry »

Tara Ch. 01

*Chapter 1: : Homebase*

“What?” I exclaimed as I spun around from the coffee maker with my fresh cup of coffee and stared drop jawed at my husband Art. The motion made my robe gape open just enough for him to see my cleavage. I pulled the top of my robe together to keep his mind on the conversation at hand. One glimpse of any breast and the man’s mind was gone.

“I said he watched them and that’s how Jones got the promotion over Samuels.”

” Unbelievable. So your grandfatherly looking boss, Mr. King, is a dirty old man, huh? What in the hell will you have to do before you interview as head of marketing?” Read the rest of this entry »

Our First Playtime

I should start at the beginning of it all, so our point of view can be understood. Our names are Angela and Bill, we are what in some circles are referred to as swingers or lifestyle people. Simply put, we like the idea of multiple partners during sex, however for us it is more than just mindless heartless sex. We are not into the fuck and flee sex that so many of our fellow swingers seem to enjoy. We need something deeper, something with more soul to it. We need to establish that mental connection with what we call our playmates. One could safely say we expect more from the couples with whom we choose to be involved. Read the rest of this entry »

Spring Break

Spring break is always the best time of the year, at least I think so. This year, it had worked out where my spring break was the same as the colleges. Usually, my high school doesn”t break at the same time. I took this to be an omen that I should go and have a little fun. When I told my parents I was going to spend the week with my friend Heather, they weren”t that happy. But, I reminded them, gently, that I was eighteen and, legally, I didn”t need their permission. My parents raised me to be independent. I guess they were starting to question their parenting decisions at this point. Either way, I packed up my things, drove to Heather”s and picked her up. Heather had told her parents she was staying me. Actually, we were going to Palm Springs for the week. Read the rest of this entry »

Suburban Passions

I mostly cruised the personals because that’s how I got my kicks. If I was feeling sexually frustrated, I would leverage the vast power of the internet for the grist that kept the wheels of my libido turning. Still images, movies, erotica, text; it was all there and in every niche.

Like all solitary perverts, I fantasized about having a partner who would fulfill my personal needs. But I was a miserable romantic partner and realized, at my core, I was a lone degenerate. Having accepted it, I came to embrace it. Monogamy requires lots of things. At the very least, it requires a person to commit to a sexual identification and I wasn’t even willing to do that much. I probably enjoyed sex with women most, but I hooked up with guys more often – they’re just much easier. Read the rest of this entry »

Surprise at Summer Camp

My girlfriend Marla and I had gotten jobs at the same summer camp, and after spending the year at our different colleges with only an occasional weekend together, I was bursting with joy that my incessant days of chronic horniness would soon be coming to an end. I was looking forward to a relaxing summer in the mountains with days of sun and fresh air, surrounded by lots of girls in shorts and tank tops, and nights filled with Marla’s tasty wet pussy. Several years beforehand as a college freshman I discovered that tonguing a girl to orgasm not only was the best way to keep her returning to your bed, but turned me on as well. I would get harder and harder as my lovers moaned their way to orgasm. Besides, it seemed natural for them to return the oral favors. Read the rest of this entry »