As serendipitous as unleashing my slutty powers of sluthood was, such a momentous step was not without a dark side. While I no longer seemed to care as much about other’s opinions of me, the emotional and spiritual carnage of my formative years not only still remained, but it was exponentially bolstered by taking those steps. My duality, a Jungian archetype, possessed me and shredded my soul. Acting like a dirty slut was...

Emma I had done this once before and, I must admit, I had found it a good deal more difficult than I had expected. And, although I had thought it would be exciting, I had no idea how utterly horny it would be. In fact, it had been one of the horniest, dirtiest, sluttiest things I had ever done. And when I got home, I had the phone number I had been tasked to get, and a soaking wet pussy, and I had jumped on Eddie as soon...

It was his fault, he fell for it. I’m tall, and played in high school, so I play pickup basketball with my brothers and their friends. When I drove on Rick, my oldest brother’s friend, I faked. He bit and jumped. He descended; I went up. His crotch hit my hip, ruining my jump so I missed the shot. He curled up on the floor, groaning. When he could breathe, I asked if he was ok. He suggested I kiss it and make it better. A...

I was out with my sister Jan and her boyfriend at a party. I was in between girlfriends at the time. My previous girl had accepted a job overseas and whilst our relationship had been intimate, we were not prepared for marriage or living together. It was basically the company and the sex which we both enjoyed. Jan's boyfriend Tony was teasing me a bit over the frequent relationships I have had. “Do you scare them off?” he...

To “Hardcore” Hardaway’s way of thinking, the three snot-nosed young farts standing just inside the door to his cluttered work shed didn’t look good for much, most of all a Klan job. At first, they’d tried to act cocky, like this wasn’t no big deal. But none of ‘em said a word after seeing the cross he’d put together that afternoon. Now he was back out here trying to teach these whelps a thing or two while the half-finish...

I squeeze up to the bar, two giggles to my left, and signal my order to Tony. "What you two up to?" I ask blondie. "Just a visit, couple of days. I'm Gwen, she's Sue. She wants a fuck," she snickers, her friend openly ogling the tall Latino's swagger further down. "And you? Like to watch?" "No. I want..." "Something different? Like this?" I press her against the bar, filling a hidden hand with bare pussy under her skirt....

"What's with last night?" "Sorry! It all happened so fucking fast. Club, smile, her place, we're naked." "Like?" "Girl's crazy natural, pussy and the rest. And she smelled." "That's not good." "No, not ick, something else. It was..." "What?" "Some sort of dope vapor voodoo. I felt blazed and twisted and fuck hungry as hell." "And?" "You know me, wanna own the girl!" "Well?" "Like I had a fucking chance! My top bitch shit...

I'm settling our tab at the bar when she comes up close. Leather draped with half-buzzed violet shock, blazed eyes and cobalt lips, she's full tilt swagger. "You kinked with that crip or want a real fuck?" I grab a fist of spikey hair and pull her ear to my lips. "When she makes me cum it's like staring into the face of God. You couldn't manage a glimmer, pussycat."  I release the brake on your chair and take us toward th...

It was Saturday night, and here I sit, waiting on my wife to show up. I have a drink in hand and a perfect view of the bar. I’ll know as soon as she walks in, and so will every other red blood male, gay or not. This was my night to enjoy her in my own unique way, and the amazing woman indulges me whenever I ask. As I’m sipping my Johnny and coke, I see her walk in. She is wearing this dark navy-blue button-up shirt. Her b...