You are weeping as you lie on the grass, my seed spilling onto the ground from your open pussy. Your cheeks and breasts are pink. Your chest still heaves with excitement. Minutes ago, with my cock pressed against you, I asked if you were ready. Your breath caught as you nodded and wrapped your arms around me. You cried out as I pushed inside, the first time something intruded inside you; the first time I have felt those s...

I’d been staring at the clock for twelve minutes. Not since I made the call—just since the last time I checked. The first call to the agency had been earlier in the week. A text came this afternoon to confirm the details. And then, about an hour ago, she called to say she was on her way. It was the first time I’d heard her voice. I was already sweating through my button-up. I’d showered twice—once before I left home, then...

It’s the year 2098, Earth has successfully made contact with other planets, and civilization has progressed, with shared technology. Alas, in the long search and contact, not all were neutral or allies. Some inner-city bar, late at night: “Hey, hottie. Don’t see women like you here, much.” A dark skinned woman, crimson hair in two large afro puffs, leaned against the wall and waited for the bathroom. Busty, curvy, rather...

Daisy's bedroom had the same layout as my own, yet it seemed like a completely foreign space to me, for it was where this gorgeous woman slept and dreamed. Where she dressed and masturbated. Imagining her lying in her bed, with a hand between her thighs, prompted me to reach for her again. We shared another kiss, and I let my hands wander to her bare breasts. I loved the sound of her moan, which let me know I was pleasing...

There are just a few weeks left before the first April Fool’s Day of my college career, and I’m scared as hell. It’s not a milestone I ever expected to take much notice of, but here at Caverley University, pranks are practically a religion, and April Fool’s Day is bigger than Christmas. Seriously, Caverley is known for two things: epic pranks and a top-notch film department, the latter of which is what prompted my arguabl...

"Another Friday night in this Podunk town," I sighed. Lying on Gage's bed, I stared up at the ceiling fan making its endless, indolent rotations. Stretched out beside me, Gage drove an elbow into my ribs. "Colby, you and I are going to grow old and die in this Podunk town." "Ah, you're probably right." Gage and I, both nineteen, had been born and raised here. After high school, we hired on at the factory where our fathers...

Luna had just turned eighteen and was ready to explore the world of love and sex. She was a petite blonde with sparkling blue eyes, curvy in all the right places, and a nervous excitement that made her breasts heave with anticipation. She had moved to a new city for college, eager to leave her small-town life behind and experience new things. On her first day at the local coffee shop, she met Isaac. He was tall, dark, and...

We both lay down; mud stuck to my t-shirt like black tar. He whispered in my ear, ‘I want you, treacle.’ I looked at the stones, the green moss Creeping over them like furry caterpillars. The mill my mother worked in stood In the distance like a Northern Buckingham Palace. Guilt and shame engulfed me, Stacked inside like a Jenga. Afterward, we left the woodlands. Climbed the steps that were old And broken like digestive b...

Snap, her innocence pops as Soft as pink bubble gum, there’s no going back. The elasticity of emotion tight and then slack. His grunting and groaning appals, excites and scares her in equal measure as Shamus steers his hardened body upon her youthful hourglass figure. Shamus O’Hara, a gypsy carefree. His morals as loose as her powder blue knickers seem to be It’s easy with black liquorice curls, serpent green eyes and mas...

Well, let’s start with me. I’m a small guy, about five feet five inches tall, with a skinny build, a small penis, and hair that goes past my shoulders. I started growing it out back in my sophomore year of high school. Oh, I forgot to mention how old I am—I’m nineteen, and I’m in my sophomore year of college. Now, let’s get to the story. In high school, I was a very friendly and not-so-calm kid. So, you couldn’t call my l...