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"So, I paired up with him and we went off to find some place to do our lines, right?" You sip at the tail end of your second old fashioned, me still nursing my Scotch on the rocks. "And where better than the catwalks!"
"Wait, you dragged the cute boy who'd dated half your friend group to some secluded corner?" I sniff a laugh, "I can't imagine how that turned out, eh?"...

"Oh, my God. Is that the beach?"
I squealed with excitement as I stepped through the front door. "Look, Daddy! The beach! It's right there!"
"I know, princess." Daddy smirked over at me. "That's usually the case when you rent a beachfront property for the weekend."
"Rude." I playfully rolled my eyes before getting a closer look out the window. "Do you want to head out there now? Or hang out a little bit here first?"...

I met Kafta while I was at an ocean resort in Kenya. A bit more info - I'm Mark, I've been a purchasing manager for a large import/export company in Canada for over 20 years and for the last 6 months my boss had been trying to get me to manage one of the smaller offices we had, except it was in Nairobi, Kenya. It mainly looked after exports of local commodities like furniture, carvings, art, souvenirs and other wood products but it also did exports of food products like spices and other African foods. He wa...

"Tell me, Phillip, why are you here all alone on Valentine's Day?" He looked like he'd rather be anywhere at all, at least when I'd first locked my gaze on him and this tucked away table of his. I wanted to make sure that he was as single as I needed him to be, dealing with someone who was drowning in unrequited affection wasn't something I cared to dip my dark wine painted toes into - and I really hoped that he wasn't about to become a false hope....

(All characters are aged 18 or older in all described scenarios. This is Part 1 of a five-part story.)
"... and once he dropped his pants, holy fuck! He had the biggest one I've ever seen! That thing was HUGE, and there was no way I was gonna let him put it in me. It would've wrecked me for life!"...

My wife is Sheila Rhymes and a very beautiful woman. We have been married twelve years and have two girls. She has been designing her own clothing line for over three years now with some success. He big break came when a French company contacted her with some interest in some of her stuff. They set up a meeting at her office at her warehouse to discuss it....

Last night by Ralph Tresvant plays on my phone as I get ready to step out tonight. I've been waiting to hit this lounge for a few months now and wanted to make sure everything was up to par before I stepped out. Lounges in D. C., especially during the summer were always jumping on a Saturday night. I hit the shower to freshen up and to make sure my hygiene is spot on. Hot weather and being musty don't mix when you out on the town....

It's not that Nadia is particularly pretty in a conventional sense. She has that difficult-to-define "it" factor that exudes wildness and sexuality. Her hair is long enough to reach the middle of her back and is a diminished red color, one that looks brownish in certain lighting. She has several partially visible tattoos. Her clothing is nice but not exceptional. It's the way she pairs colors and mismatched shorts, pants, and shirts....

A few weeks ago I had to visit my ex-partner Sally (not her real name) from 30 years ago to discuss some issues in relation to our daughter.
We separated sadly due to some health issues but remained amicable and in touch for the sake of our only child. Sally was my first true love and we met initially as housemates back in the early 1990s....

The Professor: An Awakening
The clock on the wall ticked past 9 p. m., its steady rhythm a faint counterpoint to the rustle of papers under his hands. Professor Jason Calderston sat in his third-floor office in the Psychology building. Even the grad students had gone home for the night and his office was a cocoon of quiet, the campus beyond the tall windows hushed under a blanket of October night. Dim street lights cast long shadows across the quad below, while inside, a single floor lamp bathed the room...

I got a late start on losing my virginity, which was pretty much the norm growing up in my moderately conservative suburbia in the mid Sixties. In my last year and a half of high school I dated Leanne. We were the same age, though she was a year behind me at a different school because her parents had held her back for a year. I met her at a friend's party, and we hit it off....

It started as any other day before had, with the molasses-slow churn of customers lining up in the bank's velvet rope labyrinth leading to the wall of teller windows; of the six stations available, only four were occupied. At station #3 is where this carnal tale begins, where a very bored worker sat in his high-backed office chair, drumming his fingers against the cerulean granite desktop while waiting for the next customer to arrive at his window. But the after-lunch lull had set in and the brightly lit br...

Maddie dutifully snaps another lamp's tag with her phone before breezing past me to a new part of the store's showroom, leaving her hair's floral scent behind her.
"We're only here for a desk and a chair for my home office," I mutter, dragging my feet to follow her.
She snorts.
"Yeah, right," Maddie spins around to face me, arms crossed over her chest, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Your place is so bare, looks like Christian Bale's in American Psycho. Seriously, it gives me the creeps. You ...

Claire was driving me insane. Every teasing glance, every whispered laugh she gave as she brushed past me in the hall--it felt deliberate, calculated. Our video exchanges only poured gasoline onto the fire, making the ache unbearable. I'd tried to keep a grip, keep those last few lines drawn tight, but God, I was losing....

Today, he returned from another work trip. This time, he had been gone for four days, traveling to another state. I didn't like the place - it looked cold, desolate, and eerie (he had shown me pictures).
Now, he was sitting on the couch in the living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His head was tilted back against the sofa, eyes closed. He had only removed his outerwear and was still dressed in a shirt, trousers, and shoes. He looked exhausted....

Some of our team members joined me in the morning for a flight to Denver to check out our newest location, which is opening at the end of August. Duplicate of the Auburn location including the castle which will be used as a hotel. Once we arrived everyone checked into their hotel room to change and join me in a banquet hall for dinner....

I've already said that Melanie could make my eyes and mouth bulge helplessly as she told me some of her experiences. Generally they were stories with a beginning, a middle and an end, but occasionally they were really something. Here's one.
It was holiday time for everyone, and I arrived at Mel's door half way through the day. She opened the door wearing casual clothes, the kind that usually meant she could get out of them quickly and easily. We had our usual hug, but there was something a bit different ...

I highly recommend you read the previous chapters (8, 9, 10, and 11) to get the full context. At the very least, read Ch. 11 first. As always, please rate and comment. -Petitmort
The morning sun sat low on the horizon as Paul dozed in Jessica's king-sized bed, hugging a pillow with his muscular arms, as naked as the day he was born....

I got a text around 2:00am from Alex.  
"Come over."
Alex had had one of my babies already.
"Okay, what's up?" I replied back.
It seemed her timid boyfriend was still in the picture, now upgraded to husband.
Reading between the lines, a bit, it sounded like he wasn't enough for her. I'm not sure he still *could* fuck her, or if he just grudgingly licked her pussy when she made him.  ...

I'm Robert but generally go by Rob, I'm 56 and through some good saving and investing, I was able to retire early. I'd done a lot of different things over the years, I started as a general labourer in my teens, worked my way up to site foreman and by the time I was 30, I was managing the construction division. I'd gotten married at 24 but it really didn't work out and was divorced by 32 and it was an ugly enough divorce that I really wasn't interested in doing the marriage thing again. By 36, I was looking ...

Late September back in 67, I was on the prowl. I had managed to get a really good fake ID which let me into a number of clubs. I really was only just eighteen, but "mature looking," as I was once told. What was left of summer was going, autumn was well and truly coming, warm days, cooler nights. My summer job, and my part time work through the previous two years bought me a 10 year old VW Bus that hadn't been ruined by a bunch of hippies pretending to be artists....

This is my first story submission. I'd be grateful for any and all feedback!
The bell above the entrance gave a soft chime, and Asha looked up from her perfectly folded display of shirts. She hadn't seen another human in over two hours, so the sound jolted her out of a quiet daydream.
Then her eyes met his....

This story is partially an experiment. Written in two days, it is presented here raw and unedited, which not how I usually present my work. Please enjoy. Feedback is welcome
The original plan was to arrive at the hotel, drop bags in the cabana and then head immediately downtown for dinner, a few drinks and a bit of dancing. Maybe even hook up with a horny college girl fucking her way through school on Daddy's money for a one-night stand before sending her back to her hotel room (Preferably in another hot...

Rob had been going over financial statements with Edgar for most of the afternoon. Rob enjoyed putting the lessons he remembered from his Accounting 400 course to practical use and Edgar showed him the most important points so that his eyes were beginning to fall quickly to the salient points.
Rob got a lot out of his time assisting Edgar and there were still times when he found it difficult to believe he was getting all this practical experience and networking and getting paid well doing it. Rob enjoyed...

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older....

"Tay-Tay is primed up, she's on her way over!" Maddie purred.
Tim was more than ready, they'd been playing with his dick, and they were in Maddie's bedroom, giving him a raging hard-on. With her parents out for the night, they had all the privacy they needed.
Alexa had cooed, "Oh yeah, nice and hard, all the better to fuck Tay-Tay with!"...

"Hey stud." The message read as it popped up on the screen.
"Hey sexy." I replied.
We had been messaging on and off for about a year now. Lately, we have been getting more personal. More than a casual hello or what's up? Let's face it. We were getting downright dirty most of the time. We would message each other dirty pics or suggestive things we would do to each other if we ever met or were given the chance for more. I'm quite sure it will never happen, that's why it's just our little fantasy....

The Night She Chose
Margaret stood in front of the mirror, her fingers smoothing the soft fabric of her dress. It clung to her in all the right places, accentuating curves she'd never flaunted. The hem grazed her mid-thigh, shorter than anything she would have worn a year ago. But things had changed, and so had she....

Dan heard a strange sound that was unmistakable with his girlfriend's lustful moan. For a moment, something popped into his head, but he was sure Sophie wasn't going to cheat on him. He wasn't even sure if Jimmy was home. When he entered her room, his girlfriend was lying in the middle of their bed, breathing heavily and licking her own juices from her fingers. It was clear that she had just been caught after her climax....

Diana trudged through the cluttered living room of her dingy apartment, her 400-pound frame brushing against the stained couch where her husband, Kevin, sat hunched over his controller. His small, wiry body was swallowed by a faded Call of Duty hoodie, his glasses reflecting the flickering glow of his latest gaming marathon. He didn't look up as she shuffled by, her flip-flops slapping the linoleum. She didn't care. Kevin was a deadbeat, a meek little man with a small penis and smaller ambitions, but he was...