Direct Stories

Friday lunchtime I was playing darts in my local pub, just next door to where I worked.  I had just been comprehensively outplayed by one of the pub's first team and headed over to my pie and pint. I'd left them on a table which had been empty when I went up to the oche to play.   It wasn't now. There were two girls sitting there, Sauvignon Blancs in hand, the remnants of their sandwiches in front of them. I recognised th...

I walk into your bedroom, not knowing that you're changing. You're wearing pajamas and a bra. You're reaching out to get your shirt, your breasts hanging. I see that. You see me see that. You ask me if I like what I see. I come closer to you and kiss you, our tongues fencing. I sit on your bed and you sit on my lap. We're making out as I first squeeze your ass and then move on to fondle your breasts. I undo your bra and r...