Alice McQuire was glad she had finally taken the initiative and called a realtor. The business of house hunting had been driving her batty, and Gerald, loving though he was, had been absolutely no help at all. She knew he wasn’t happy that his boss had become so demanding, but he had been coming home so exhausted, she felt guilty dragging him around to visit houses she had found online during the day. So she laid her head...

My name is Daniel, but everyone just calls me Dan for short. I'm a nineteen year old adolescent lad whose got pictures of topless models on his walls. I have this fascination with older women like, I think that Michelle Phieffer is hot even though she's in her late forties. After seeing her in that tight, leather black cat suit in Batman Returns, I was in awe. Speaking of sexy older women, one of my Mum's friends called A...

“I have a million things to do and the list is growing,” I thought to myself as I prepared for my interstate move. Between packing, cleaning and all the never ending chaos, life is just one continuous series of mishaps. Today, I was going to meet with Marcia, the realtor assigned to me by my company. She was scheduled to meet me at my hotel at 11am to show me some listings in what will be my new neighborhood. Wearily, I t...

Yes, oh yes. I knew what to do. I had no idea what to do but my body did. It was like a barbaric instinct learned from hours of watching porn. Watching a man and sometimes a girl finger, lick, and pump their pelvis to an unbelievable orgasm. My friend, a much more experienced 17 year old once told me about the "shocker." "The what?" I asked tentatively. "Yea dude, two in the pink, one in the stink, or reverse it if ya wan...

I sat at the edge of the bed. She had gone to the bathroom to "freshen up." I tried to collect myself and piece together the feelings and what the fuck had just happened. She called me over because her son (my best friend), and her husband were away on vacation. I think Paul told me Vegas? Either way, she began to undress me with her eyes as soon as her hand pulled open the bright firetruck red door open. The house smelle...

So there was I, at the Coyote Inn. It’s a small bar on the lonely streets of Bramville, and the only bar, Bramville can boast of. Bramville is a very small town and not many families live here. It is a home to those numerous men, who work in the nearby industrial estates and reside here in small and squalid houses. Coming to myself, I am a 24 year old country-boy who is new to this town. It’s been three months since I sta...

I arrived at my aunt’s Fridayevening. I had been sent here by my mother to help my aunt move into her newhouse. My aunt is the mother of three girls and she is no longer married. So Iwasn’t surprised when she asked my mother if she could borrow me for theweekend. I being 18 and pretty strong was perfect for the task. She wanted meto help her move some of her heavier items. I was looking forward to the visit,given the fact...

This story I’m about to tell you is a real one. My name is Ricardo and my story goes back to when I was 18 yo, an insignificant person, weird;  rather a short guy, but strong. 1.68 tall. Those high school chicks claimed I was very unattractive… horrible, nice and polite, though.  I was too skilful, capable, at  moving around without problems to flatter girls, court and finally conquer them. I liked to clown for them. Your...

Only months after starting college, My brother, Jason, was killed in a car accident leaving me and Zeke alone to fend for ourselves. Zeke happened to be a roommate in the house we were all living in and was almost like a brother to me. Zeke and I had well paying jobs, I was a bartender and Zeke made plenty of money as a real estate agent. Zeke was on the wild side and was always in and out of relationships with several wo...