All characters in this story are above the age of 18. ***** It was a phase. This one, I couldn’t let myself give up on. I almost let myself forget, though. Driving home through my boring little town, I was already making all the turns to head back to my apartment. Just a glance at the time on the display in my car was all it took for me to curse under my breath and turn around. I hit the lazy little main drag again and coasted back through the dusk painted town. I’d already changed over after work. How the hell could I forget? This had been an ongoing…

I approached the end of my shift at the local pub, around 11:30, the last few patrons stumble out the front door. Steve, a regular at the pub, is the only one left at the bar. Steve is a rugged looking silver fox, good strong body and a cracking tan. I’ve known him around three months now and we get on really well despite our age difference. He’s approaching fifty-five and I’ve just turned twenty-one. Steve: “Do you want a life home Joe?” Me: “No you’re alright Steve…are you sure you’re not over the limit anyway?” Steve: “I’ve only had a few beers, you should know you served me! It’s…

My resolve to not text Eric started wavering as the week wore on. I missed him, and when he still hadn’t messaged me by Friday afternoon, I eventually caved. My brain still wasn’t capable of making good choices and, if anything, his silence had only annoyed me more. ______________[So are you just never talking to me again?] [I just thought you needed a chance to calm down.] Motherfucker. ______________[I was kind of hoping you’d apologise.] [I did apologise, but it wasn’t good enough.] ______________[Right, because I’m the bad guy.] [That’s not what I meant.] [We should talk.] ______________[Fine. Come over.] [No, we should go somewhere.] ______________[Why?] [I just want to…

I walked out of the locker room door and waited for my fiancée to leave hers. There was about a five-minute wait before she did. She looked at me and smiled before she took my hand and lead me out the door. We reached her car before she leaned against it. I pressed in for a kiss. We kissed for a bit before we heard a familiar voice behind us. “Get a room, you two!” We turned and saw Nikki smiling at us. We started to blush a bit before she spoke again. “I couldn’t help it. You two lovebirds are just so cute together. See you two at the…

Hey, it’s me, Joel. I’m sorry that I have whisper and I apologize if this story is short, but I have to lay low once the sun goes down. Apparently, the spat I caused between mom Lydia and daughter Luci is still going and I’m afraid to show my face. LOL, or turn the lights on in my house. Anyways, a few stories back, when I sleeping with and cheating on Mrs. Kant from kitty corner around the back of my house, well, somehow her very prude roomie, Mrs. Matthews figured something out and just had to perform her own personal investigation, totally unknown to my ex-MILF girlfriend, Mrs. Kant.…

This is a story loosely based on my experiences in college. Loose enough that this could be called fiction. Obviously names and dates have been changed. All character’s mentioned in sexual references are 18 years of age or older. I hope you love my characters. Enjoy! * * * * * * * * * It was the first day of classes. Maddy was again the first to wake. She slept closest to the wall, with her head on Andy’s chest. As she opened her eyes she saw sunlight had filled the room. The TV was off and the blankets slipped off Byron’s waist. Her eyes widened at the sight…

I rinsed my mouth with water and toothpaste and splashed cold water over my face – it felt nice and refreshing and woke me up a little. It had been an exhilarating and memorable night and completely unexpected. I turned and walked out of the bathroom and switched off the light. I went down a short corridor, stepping over clothes strewn over the floor into the hotel bedroom. The large pale floor-to-ceiling curtains covered the far wall and windows, the morning sun trying to break through at the edges. In the ruffled bed, a shape of a body was underneath the sheet with a mop of blonde curly hair on…

(Hey there, this is one of the first stories I wrote that I put effort in so I apologies. Even my friends thought I was ESL, lel. Because of this, I do appreciate any form thoughts or problems about it down at the comments.) “Come on man, have a Blue Moon.” I turned to face Jacob. “Nah, I just take a glass of rum and coke.” I replied. “You got to do a little living Nathan. How about I spot you tonight and drink something new with me. Less liquor because I got to wake up earlier than usual tomorrow.” pleaded Jacob. “I don’t feel like it. Not in a…

This story continues on from the story by this same author entitled, “We Are Them.” To refresh your memory, the main characters, Phil and Rags (Margaret) went to the same schools at the same time. Each of them came from a dysfunctional home which caused them to behave in such ways that their peers ostracized them. In their high school years they were unusual in that they took public transportation to school (instead of a school bus). In doing so they spent at least an hour a day with one another. By the time they had graduated they had grown close to one another. After graduation Phil left home, moving…

“How much cum is in this thing?” She was stroking his engorged cock. Caressing the shaft and the enormous purple bulb at the top. The skin was shrink wrapped around the hilt looking like it was about to burst. Her hands were soft. His cock was warm, very warm. “Put your lips on it and find out.” Her face seemed flushed and her eyes glossy. She was too enamoured to smile. She was focused. She bent forward relishing the prelude to feeling his arousal in her mouth. Her lips parted and her mouth took in the pulsing head. He remained lounged back on the couch, naked except for boxer briefs…