Whiskey Stories

"Shit, shit, shit!" I slid out of bed, threw my clothes on, and dashed out the door. As the bus lumbered along, I had flashbacks of the night before.  Drinking several shots of Jameson.  Dancing that led to passionate kisses.  Torn panties, his cock impaling my pussy, my legs wrapped around him, riding his cock until we both exploded in an orgasm.  Stumbling back to his place, fucking again, this time him taking me from b...

 They were young, restless, and bored beyond depression. The two nursing students had been in Gwen’s cramped, single-person, dorm room since coming back from supper, smoking and joking, talking about school, men, and life while playing Beatles LP’s, keeping the incense burner going, and steadily draining the bottle of bourbon Mark had left, "for safe keeping," before flying home for a friend’s wedding.“It serves him right...

She was so tight she made my loins ache. I wanted inside of her. The slutty little thing wore a shiny lick of a dress that reminded me of the black paint on my favorite ride. Now I wanted to ride her ass just like I ride my bikes, with a lot of speed. No brakes would be needed for that piece of tail; she wasn’t after safety. I could tell by the way all five-foot-nothing of her prowled the bar floor in those spiked stilett...