"Look," Ibrahim whispered in my ear nibbling it gently. "You see it?"I giggled. I did see it. His friend Mehmed had a hard on.I had met Ibrahim the day before when I shared his taxi with a man named Mitch, that seduced me into some of the best sex of my life. Ironically, I was at a women's rights rally earlier that day and ended up being used as a sex object all night long by a misogynistic, older married man that I had j...

Mitch was gone. He was off to his business lunch and then flying back to Texas to his wife and children. I was not falling in love with Mitch. And I don't think it was even him that I was missing. He triggered a hunger within me that still needed to be fed. He had made me his slut. He transformed me into his fucktoy and I fervently embraced that role. Don't get me wrong, I was not playing the part of his slut but in that...

I stared at his erect cock.  I was fixated by it.  Mitch was still sleeping but his cock was wide-awake.  Rigid and throbbing.  There is so much attention paid to the pussy and I understand why but the cock is often underappreciated.  Mitch had a beautiful cock.  I was hypnotized by it.  It was hard and firm and yet also pliable. It stood erect, long and thick.  It had a shine to it as it stretched his skin to the maximum...

Me and my friends were fired up.  We were young women that wanted to be a part of a movement.  It was the day after the presidential inauguration and we were going to march in Boston.  We got our pink pussy hats on and headed out together full of enthusiasm.  My friend Marcia and I took the train into the city and we got a lot of cheers as we traveled.  We met three other friends once we got there and it was an amazing ev...