“It’s finally happening... Come on Christy, take it all… This could be my last ever piece of strange... Deeper bitch... She’ll never find out, how could she…God, her lips look so good around my cock…Where did I set my beer…This is really a bad angle for her…” ~~~ As she knelt on the living room floor, orally accepting this sudden cock lashing, my mind rode out a tornado of thoughts, unable to believe that the blowjob I wa...
Christy greeted me as I walked through the front door, “Welcome home, stranger; sticking around long, or just dropping off some laundry for me?” “Good afternoon, both actually. I have to get ready for a big week at the steakhouse, starting with inventory early tomorrow, so I’m home for the night. I’ll set this back on the washing machine?” I replied, referring to the bag of dirty laundry in my right hand. My not-so-new re...
Once before time, an up-and-coming creator faced the committee as he defended his thesis, Inventing Humans, Just for the Fuck of It. One observant committee member questioned the motivation this new species would have to breed and multiply. "Mr. God, you state in section four that these new humans will reproduce by having the male plant his seed inside the female through a process of insemination involving their similar,...
“Good morning. How are you feeling?” I genuinely asked, as Christy emerged from her drunken slumber, finding me in the kitchen cooking breakfast. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” she snapped back with a precarious look on her face. “Well, you got shit-faced last night. Guessing you might be hurting a little bit this morning.” “Does that have anything to do with why your fucking boxers were on the floor next to my...
I continued to enjoy the single life. I was twenty-seven years old, making good money in a socially visible position at a trendy night spot, becoming a first-time homeowner, and working through my ever-changing list of chicks to bang with regular success. There was another one of those new waitresses, Heather, a perky-breasted brunette from Colorado with a butter smooth pussy that went off like a machine gun. Sex with her...
The first time I saw her, I knew I’d fuck her someday. She was just my kind of girl. It was early evening at a local dive bar where my name might as well have been Norm, where everybody knows my name. She pranced by our table sporting a short blue romper skirt, laying bare the highly toned and smooth-skinned legs of an Olympic athlete. She never glanced over, but I was enraptured. I unabashedly gawked as she headed toward...
