I jolted awake. My eyes strained to adjust to the blinding light pouring in through the curtain-less bay windows. Squinting, I held a hand over my forehead and attempted to look around the room I was in. I was sitting in a pile of white sheets in a room with no decorations. No furniture, no pictures, no nick-knacks, nothing. The walls were bright white, which I'm sure that had also to do with the sunlight. My head was thr...

The "mile high club" is kind of a misnomer. The average cruising altitude of an airplane is 35,000 feet. Calling it the "mile high club" is really understating the deed. The Six Mile High Club. Now that's more like it. It takes a lot of work to pull off successful mid-air copulation: Planning, skill, grace, cunning, and most of all: discreteness. Unfortunately, I have none of these qualities. Fortunately, I was to drunk t...

Kelsey sat quietly in the passenger seat of Dillon's car, smiling at the thought of what she was about to do to him. Dillon didn't know it, but she had a plan for him that day. She had read about having sex at the park, but she wanted to take it a step farther. Dillon drove carefully; he was sneaking glances at Kelsey's cleavage and legs. His desire to not get in an accident at the moment was only slightly higher than his...

I awoke suddenly. The girl who has been quietly sleep-spooning with me on the couch was stirring. In my half awake state I couldn't quite make out what feeling I was experiencing, but I certainly liked it. As I blinked my eyes adjusted to the dark. I finally made out that she was now facing me, and rubbing my cock. I moaned softly, trying not to wake anyone else in the room. My best friend and her husband were sleeping on...