tina’s pussy

Tina is my internet slut, she is a hot blonde that i had been dying to meet (and eat). We would e mail our kinky ideas most nights and play with ourselves on line. She was older than me by two years being 28 and me 26. We met in a local chat room and … Read more

Still Naughty

It was the 4th of July weekend. Maddi (16) and Shannon (15) were excited because their parents would be gone from early afternoon Friday till late afternoon Monday. For anyone who read my first story, Maddi and Shannon were the hottest girls at Waterloo High, who loved nothing more than fucking each others brains out. … Read more

Force Fisted

It was supposed to be a blind date. Definitely awkward, probably a waste of time, but hopefully not too bad. It wasn’t. I met him for dinner at his house. I was hesitant to go into his home alone, but my friend had told me he was a chef, so it made sense that he … Read more

A gangbang with my fans

Ever since I was young, I’ve always been a horny slut, always masturbating and needing to cum daily for years now. My slutty mind got the best of me and I created a porn account to share my body, I needed to feel like a filthy slut.. I craved the attention and loved knowing strangers … Read more

An Office Affair_(1)

Nina worked for me, part of the team in the outer office. I inherited her from my predecessor, and at first I found her work to be proficient, if a little perfunctory, as if she always had something better to do. But the standard of her work had less and less interest for me, as … Read more

Just By Reputation.

It was a sweltering summer day in early July. Little kids holding mommy’s hand crossed streets, clutching on huge plastic sand toys. Beautiful women in skimpy bikini’s strolled the streets, while tough, hispanic looking men whistled at their legs. Brian had just moved into his new home. It was a rather big place, large enough … Read more

College_(1)

College : by the Id of Sid I started at State College in the Fall like planned. The summer was difficult, but I focused on the “light at the end of the tunnel”. My anonymity of being at a 20,000 student school away from home, away from the leering eyes, away from the past. When … Read more

Bob

Bobby Jo We first met just after I started junior high school. I had entered the seventh grade like many others, in that I was awkward, felt alone and out of place most of the time. Miss Bobby as she was called singled me out on my first trip to the library in search of … Read more