Penny sat there by the window, nearly drowning in coats and blankets. She shot an irritated look at the young, bubbly teenager standing next to her. The girl flashed her pristine, white teeth when she smiled. "So, is it still raining?" she asked. "I don't know, let me check the weather report." Penny turned her head about ninety degrees and looked out the window. "I don't think we'll be playing volleyball today." The girl...

"The Game of the Year" Pre-Game Hype: We had been waiting for this day since it was on the schedule. Filled with yearning and emotion, although we tried to keep it cordial. The excitement of facing the best with the skills of a superstar gave the motivation to go all the way, no matter how far. It was the "Game of the Year," and the countdown was underway The game was sexually erotic, and we couldn't wait to play. Game-Da...

It was a balmy summer evening. Pat and I were sitting outside having a drink. "You're staring," Pat said. I couldn't help it. Pat was wearing a white tank top and no bra. It wasn't see-through, but I could make out the size of her areola. "Has anyone else seen you dressed like that?" I asked. Pat took a drink of her wine, "Of course. Only the other morning, I answered the door dressed like this. It was a delivery man with...

Foreword: Hello, fellow Degenerates. Welcome to Sister's First Sleepover. If you are of the lower eschelons of degeneracy, I expect you'll find a lot to enjoy in this tale. It's a slow build up, but I promise you it does ramp up. My aim is to make the story feel as believable as possible, whilst also descending into utterly delicious levels of domination and humiliation.    Chapter 1: The Makeup Game Becca closed the fron...

Charlotte’s eyes burned as she stared into the little video box on the laptop screen in front of her.  She watched a policeman extract a thin laptop from a safe in the wall, one of three Brumble had stashed.  In the study, another ran his fingers along a thin line of caulk on the drywall next to a bookcase, courtesy of Sersha last night.  Subtle beacons in a perfect house. The little clues had never failed.    Today Sersh...

The four of us, two girls, two guys, have been friends from our college days.  We dated each other once or twice, but nothing serious developed.  So we remained friends, just not lovers.  But even with friends, flirtations and sexual tension has a way of seeping into a relationship.  I especially liked one of the girls, Amy, a tall beauty, 5’8”, with auburn hair, an athletic build and lovely breasts.  She was just my type...

He knows how to use me.With every touch and rub, every pinch and pull.He knows how to use me. The games he plays with my body,he loves to cheat. He knows which pace to go. He knows the moves to take.  He knows how to use me. Should I gamble with him?Will he own every piece of me?Should I forfeit to him?He knows how to use me.I get in position, he moves me off my game.One touch and I’m a goner,he knows how to play the game...

Most people view Truth or Dare as a silly game, played mostly by college kids.  A means of shocking your friends, and maybe yourself.  Or maybe as a way to justify doing or saying things that you shouldn’t be doing or saying -- but really want to, and need permission.  Sometimes, though, it’s a way to find out the truth about yourself.  I belong to a co-ed bowling league.  There are four of us on our team, two guys, two g...

My girlfriend and I sometimes play a game when we are out and about and — well — bored. Do you remember the old Michael Jordan commercial for Hanes underwear? It opened with two women sitting on a park bench and as guys walked by they would identify if they were wearing boxers or briefs. MJ himself comes walking by and before either of the women can say anything, he says, "They're Hanes!"Well, neither of us are interested...