“Uhhhhh, uhhhh, oooo baby, keep… going… please!” she moaned as I pounded her sopping wet pussy with my cock harder and harder, I could feel her, tightening around my cock as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. She was stunning, she had the longest, sleekest legs I’d ever seen in my life, the most toned stomach, the perfectly sized pair of breasts that suited her frame to a tee, just everything about her was nye on perfection. “oh fucccccccck!” she let out another loud moan as one of my hands squeezed her firm boobs hard, flicking the nipple with my index finger, my other hand working on her…

I closed the laptop and suddenly felt angry. This is the reason I hate long distance relationships. You finally get to the core of what you want to talk about and boom — someone has to go. Or you sit there staring at each other over the computer not giving in to whatever heated topic has somehow sprung up. And the truth is, I wasn’t angry with him. I was mad because I wasn’t able to be sitting naked in bed with him having the same conversation. The “Is this love?” conversation would have gone over much differently post orgasm, with me spoon-feeding him ice cream while I straddled his…

Saturday, 10am. Stepping out of the shower, she rung the excess water from her hair and wrapped a soft, white towel around her body. She stood for a moment, her skin adjusting to the relative coolness of the bathroom, before vigorously rubbing herself dry. She dropped the towel and picked up a small bottle of scented body lotion; pouring a little into her hands she worked them together before massaging the cream into her skin. Using gentle, circular movements she worked her way from her neck, down over her breasts and belly, onto her thighs and calves, then back up her legs, across her bottom and into her back. Picking…

Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, all the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we’re living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, but it’s all in good fun, I swear. ***** Previously, on Senior Year Memories: As a favor to his favorite teacher, Mrs. Lynn, 18-year-old nerd Ryan Collins took on some extracurricular history tutoring in the first week of senior year. Ryan was dismayed to find out his first tutoring assignment was Kaitlyn Pruitt, a childhood friend who’d grown into a…

It had been one of those perfect days at the beach. Everyone had swam and surfed, laid in the sun, and enjoyed the cookout. The weather had been warm and sunny but not too hot. Now, everyone had packed up and left for home. I didn’t mind cleaning up after these get togethers I hosted throughout the summer. I figured it was part of the package when you owned a beachfront home. Plus, I loved this time of day as the sun prepared to sink beneath the horizon. I could sit here in the sand watching the sky as the sunset bathed it in swaths of fading yellow, blossoming orange,…

Prince Mustapha’s Palace didn’t look like much from the street, merely a large building with high plastered walls pierced only by the gate and a few high windows protected by fretwork lattice. The building was more recently whitewashed than its neighbors and the wooden trim painted brilliant cobalt, but there was nothing to hint it held a modern Seraglio. A real harem, something that has fascinated the western imagination since the Age of Discovery; stocked with women, servants, and artwork all dedicated to the pleasure of a single powerful man. I had been sent to penetrate this mystery. The servant who answered the door spoke no English, bowing me through…

If you believe in fate, this all started about a week ago. Allison was a rider, as in horses. She did those jumps and what not. I guess I just knew her from band though. A flautist, horse back rider, and the lucky recipient of two broken arms. The full arm casts that covered both arms disabled her from bending her elbows and so her range of arm motion and function was significantly decreased. I’d never even been especially attracted to her, the result not of any shortcoming on her part but more-so the fact that she was a somewhat reserved person and I just hadn’t gotten to know her…

Shrugging into the jacket of his tuxedo, Jacob smiled hearing the chatter of the crowd that had rapidly gathered in the parking lot below him in anticipation of the doors of the club opening. Earlier while making his rounds seeing that everything was ready he shook his head glancing outside seeing the wealth of jewelry that flashed and the vibrant colors of the couture clothing the women were sporting as they clung to the arms of their tuxedo clad gentlemen. Those invited to ‘Club Spectator’ consisted of society’s elite, only the confidant and accomplished, the ‘A list’ so to speak were allowed through the doors, mingling amongst one another before…

In the morning after breakfast, I dressed in a soft red racerback dress and comfy flats. I didn’t know what Brick had in mind and thought I should be ready for anything. I ponytailed my copper hair, skipped makeup, and then walked to his place. Brick answered the door in jeans and a black tee shirt. His denim blue eyes focused into me, like he was analyzing for any hint of doubt. Those full lips demanded to be bitten. I swallowed hard and said, “Good morning, Brick.” “Good morning. Come in,” he held the door open for me, and his energy was very different. Strong. Confident. I liked it. “Would…

Ch.18-Goodbye Girls At about three AM I couldn’t keep the fetid mixture in my stomach anymore. I crawled from the foot of Marsha’s bed into the bathroom. Kneeling over the toilet, I wretched and vomited. At least a quart of vile yellow-green, globular slim heaved from my guts. I barfed until I had the dry heaves. Sweating and week, I crawled back to the foot of Marsha’s bed. From the sounds of the gentle breathing above me, I hoped that Marsha had not awakened. I next awoke at about eight. Marsha was kicking the side of my head with her foot. “Get the fuck up and make some coffee and…