I was quietly walking along, enjoying a warm, sunny day. As I turned and entered my residence hall, I was informed that I had a phone call. I picked up the phone. "Hello," I said. "Hi," said my lifelong friend Belinda. She sounded a little anxious. "Hi," I said. "What's up? Is everything OK?" "Can you get here?" Belinda asked. "I need some help." "Help?" I asked, though I pretty much knew what Belinda meant. "Yeah," Belin...

I inhaled nervously as I debated whether to send the text. “You up?” it said. I know, literally the most cliche booty call on the planet, but I couldn’t help it. It was two in the morning, I was a bit drunk, we’d been broken up for about four weeks and, quite frankly, I was horny as fuck.Oh, it hurt at first. It hurt worse than anything I’d ever felt in my life. Getting dumped. There’s a reason they call it ‘dumped.’ He w...

Our man just has no time to rest up and recharge. If you haven't already read the previous chapters, I suggest that you do. This chapter has a lot of variety: MM, FF, MMFF, MF and more. If this offends you, why are you here. If you're too young, get out of here before I tell your mother. One more thing: This story imagines a world without protection from dreaded cooties. But this ain't it. Wrap that rascal! Comments, mess...

To men, women are fascinating creatures. Intriguing, unfathomable and, perhaps most importantly – formidable. Most of the time, they're one step ahead of us. They know how to get what they want. Usually they can convince us it's what we wanted all along. Guys catch on eventually. Usually after it’s too late to do anything about it. But every now and then, a guy outsmarts a girl. Or does he? In my senior year of college, a...

A few days ago, I overhead two teenage boys talking at a nearby table at a restaurant where I was having lunch. Says the first boy, “Last night, my girlfriend called me at three A.M. to tell me she can’t sleep.” At 39, I know a thing or two about why women like me call their boyfriends at three in the morning. When we say we can’t sleep, it means our men are very much on our minds and we miss them and we are horny as hell...

The dirty affair The house was all quiet, home alone! Yes that’s right. Now what can I do to keep myself entertained? BOOTY CALL. I decide to text a very nice friend of mine indeed, fingers crossed he was free and not tied up with his girlfriend. My body began to tingle whilst anticipating his reply, yes he was free to come round, which certainly put a smile on my face. So I put on my sexy lingerie, my lepodprint baby dol...