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Bad Girls – Friends, love, sexuality….

Megan awoke early in the morning from the shivers that attacked her body. Her apartment was cold and damp; dark and lonely. She rose out of bed to get ready for her new job. She was nervous and really didn’t want to work, but she needed the job badly. The bills were building up and getting too expensive. She hardly had enough food to eat. She recently lost her job as a cashier at a local fast food restaurant, which put her on the brink homelessness.

She walked into the kitchen to make herself a strong cup of coffee, which …

Small Town, Nice Big Cocks

I had been traveling in the Far Western U.S. for a
week, a few days longer. Although with a nice, friendly
lady who pleasured me as I pleasured her most every
night, sometimes in the day, I was horny for some dick.
She sucked me. I licked and fondled her tits, ate her
pussy. We fucked, in her cunt, her ass, between her
ample titties, but cock was on my mind.

We were busy sightseeing all day every day, usually
tired in the evenings, but not too tired to get each
other off, then cuddle in bed swapping our …

Pete Sperm payback to Student Gabor

Sunshine filtered through the dusty blinds of Pete’s cramped apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk where Gabor pored over his economics textbook. The hum of the city below was muffled by the occasional laughter drifting up from the courtyard, but all Pete could focus on was the way Gabor’s brow furrowed in concentration, his full lips slightly parted as he chewed on the cap of his pen. Pete leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the way Gabor’s fingers tapped restlessly against the textbook—nervous habit or anticipation, he couldn’t tell. The younger man was oblivious to Pete’s gaze, …

Shemale Pussy Whipped

It was a shitty day in a shitty week. The kind that made me curse my
ex-husband. He was the one who insisted we buy a house out in the
suburbs. James was a suburban boy through and through and craved the
acceptance of being gay while living out the white picket fence
lifestyle. We didn’t literally have a picket fence, but we lived on a quiet
suburban street with colonial style homes, all a hellish commute from my
job in the city.

I was the one stuck with the house and the shitty commute after the
divorce. Turns out …