Loud music, drunken singing alternating with shouts of euphoria began to take its toll on her. The party had been going on for several hours now and it didn't seem like it was going to end soon. She did not want to come, but her friend wanted to take someone with her to accompany her. Jenna agreed only so as not to have to listen to her constant pleas. She didn't mind partying, but at the same time, she was never attracte...
"Well mate, what is it like shagging Tina Lowe's daughter?" Ryan Blackwood asked his friend, Connor Harbey. "It is great, but I would rather be shagging Tina Lowe," replied Connor, smiling. "Fuck yes, she looks even better in real life than she does on the television," said Ryan. The Tina Lowe that they were talking about was a well-known television personality and actress that had quite recently moved to a large house on...
Sherry’s Frat Party ΣΦΔ Thinking of outrageous sexual stunts became my favorite hobby. Sherry was up for anything and when the feeling came over her, the need for sexual degradation and humiliating displays was too much for her and she had to do something. I’m sure that my willingness to help her with these times added to her feeling free to let loose and go wild on occasion. She loved to be the center of attention for me...
Location: 83°38'10"N 31°12'18"W, Kaffeklubben Island, Northern Greenland Time: 2164-12-26T23:12UTC Santa's Workshop is louder and more raucous the night after Xmas® than any day before, even though the weeks leading up to the twenty-fifth of December are always a flurry of activity, round-the-clock shifts rushing to bring everything together for Mr. Claus' annual global circumnavigation. Then, after the culmination of thi...
Hayley’s head thumped when she finally woke up. "Happy New Year," she groaned to herself. She could hear a banging from downstairs. It sounded like someone had been pounding on the front door for ages. There was a phone buzzing somewhere as text after text arrived. She reached down and fumbled around, finally grasping her phone which had fallen onto the carpet beside her bed. “Why would someone be banging on the door at t...
Fuck! I hate this. Why did I even come here? I sat on the arm of a couch, scanning the house for a familiar face in the crowd. Two girls were talking loudly next to me, their backs to me. So many people, but I’d never felt so invisible, so alone. I took a sip of my rapidly warming beer, then looked at my phone for about the thousandth time. It was almost one in the morning. Should I just get a Lyft? Where the fuck did the...
Mouse Montgomery was sitting at the bar at Triangles, engaging in one of her favorite pastimes, chatting and ogling barmaid Sharon Patterson. Mouse was a petite girl, three years out of drama school, slim, and short, with heavily curled brown hair parted on the left. Her real name was Mallory, but people called her Mouse because she was shy, had mousey brown hair and was very small, less than five feet and maybe ninety po...
“Ms. Taylor?” Carson stammered, his voice hardly above a whisper. “Carson!? Oh my god, what are you doing here?” Ms. Taylor gasped. She quickly got her towel and wrapped it around herself. Carson could not help but stare before Ms. Taylor covered her nakedness up. “Hey! Quit staring!” Ms. Taylor yelled, causing Carson to refocus. “Oh, I uh… yeah I’m sorry,” Carson squeaked. “What are you doing in the men’s locker room, Ms...
The party had been going on for about four hours when I found Shelby sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in one hand as she read on her Kindle. The rest of us were downstairs in the walkout basement drinking, talking and playing cards with the music loud and the hockey game on the tv. I had only met her once before, when her husband Dan had brought her to a BBQ, and had been told that she was the quiet and reserved type...
Shortly after relocating to the Gulf Coast of Florida, and once getting my life under control, I started to reach out to see about finding someone to hang out with. I wasn't looking for a relationship, so to speak, nor for just a physical contact. I'd been alone and a single father for many years after my wife passed away suddenly, and very young. So I hadn't had much of a social life for a while. But now, with my daughte...
My Husband came home and casually announced that we had been invited to a masked Halloween party. It was short notice, but I managed to sort out a steampunk costume with goggles, and H decided to go in a dark suit with a Donald Trump mask. When we arrived, there were quite a few guests, although as most were masked it was difficult to spot any of our friends. After several glasses of wine, I was a bit merry, so when I spo...
It was a fine line, Tom realized, between ogling the scene playing out in front of him and trying to not conspicuously look away. He was at a spanking party at the local BDSM dungeon, and in front of him a very petite college-age-looking girl was draped naked over the lap of a slightly older twenty-something girl wielding a leather paddle. The younger of the two was crying incoherently while the other was working her bott...
Flowers freshly blooming, the smell of fresh-cut grass, and the noise of the first birds chirping made for a beautiful early spring day. Carson had the windows down and country music blaring as he cruised home from school in his run-down pickup that he worked tirelessly on to keep working. Carson was a senior in high school. His blonde hair fell down just above his eyebrows and his blue eyes pierced through anyone he look...
I was becoming accustomed to my place in our relationship after my recent training weekend. I realised how happy my wife, Mary, was getting her sexual satisfaction from her lover and my boss, Robert, while I was their submissive weekend cuckold, serving and servicing their needs. I was completely different at my work. In the office, I was in control and was respectful to my co-workers. I acted dominantly when I needed to....
I love scents. People undervalue our sense of smell. As John and I sat for breakfast that morning - inside this time as it had started raining - the delightful aroma of our croissants and coffee blended with the gorgeous scent of Tom’s cum wafting up from my tits while we ate. I kept closing my eyes to replay what had just happened; rubbing some of the cum into my skin. “God, what a beautiful cock he has!” I said to John,...
