It was my first visit to Thailand and I didn’t really know what to expect, I was here on a mix of business and pleasure so my time would be divided between the two, sometimes off during the day, sometimes working at night. One of the people I would be working with picked me up at the airport and during the drive to downtown he asked if I wanted to see a little of the night life before turning in, it was around midnight and while jet lag was not a factor coming from California, I was not sleepy, so I agreed. (more…)

Okay so its: Arizona, December 22nd, 2006, this was also a Friday. It was raining, pouring, the water seemed to fall faster and harder than in my memories. My pants Soaked, the line where the water was from the puddle jumping was nearly up to my knees. Brendan had gone upstairs after a long day of nothing. Complaining constantly how long and hard his day was. He muttered something about taking a bath, to relax his over worked muscles. I scuffled through the door, right after him, shivering. Shaking I took off my coat, pulled out my cigarettes and lighter. (more…)

Samantha
6:54p.m. Monday W.L. Goodman Football Field –PREHOMECOMING–
“Hurry up Samantha, you’re gonna miss the start!” Michelle yelled.

Michelle Lynette Shipmen 18, popularly known as Chelle, was thick, with a deep caramel complexion; she weighed about 190lbs and stood approximately 5’5”. Michelle’s much taller and heavier than me, although her 32B bra size paled in comparison to my 36C. Her top half was of a small frame, but when it comes to the lower half, the jocks liked to call her Cent. Cent, short for Centaur, is the only logical explanation I could come up with, as to why they called her that. I don’t think she really knows or care why they call her Cent; I think she thinks it’s cute. As for me at 18, I’m a 137lbs and 5’4½, have a nice healthy set of hips and ass (if I should say so myself), muscular legs and calves from running track every other day after high school. (more…)

I must precurse this story by saying that despite its stereotypical, fantastical elements and proportions, all events described, no matter how impossible to believe, are absolutely not
embellished and are to fact, well mostly. (more…)

Jay is a professor at a college. He is a very handsome man. Some would say he had devilish good looks. Jay makes a good salary at the college and he has a beautiful wife and daughter at home. Jay loves his job. He is really good at it and pushes himself everyday to be the best teacher he possibly can be. However there is one thing Jay gets embarrassed about when teaching his classes. The problem is Jays cock gets really hard during lecture. The reason for this of course is all the sweet tittied, supple assed girls sitting in the desks, open mouthed and bright eyed, enthralled by his lectures and giggling at his stories and jokes. To Jay it really doesn’t matter what type of women are in his classroom. He finds many different things about women attractive. Jay finds it hard to concentrate on lecturing with so many sexy women with their eyes glued on him. Thank god for his podium. His cock can get all stiff and juicy with hopefully no one seeing or noticing. (more…)

This is mostly a true story. The names and places have been changes to protect the innocent. There was no illegal activity involved in this story.

The Christian Thing To Do : Chapter 1

I was too young and stupid to be a married man. I had my heart broken in my first year of college and got married to the very next girl I dated. It didn’t take long to find out what a mistake that was. I flunked out of high school, my parents wouldn’t let me move back home, and I was living with someone I really didn’t know or love.

I tried to make it work out. We separated three different times, only to get back together. I really wanted to make this work out. By the time we separated for the third time I had run out of relatives to live with. That’s where this story really begins. (more…)

Sandra (Sandy) Baker accompanied her recently widowed older sister to a Greek island holiday that megs husband would have gone on. Meg’s friends met on the island every two years and she had booked the house and did not want to be alone, Sandy agreed to leave John and the business and spend July with Meg.

Sandy felt out of place with Megs friends and by the second week she spent more and more time sun bathing and reading and wandering along the beaches. (more…)

She’d lost track of the amount of couples holding single red roses as she waited for her boyfriend, Elijah, to come pick her up for their big ‘Valentines Day Date’. Tessa had been watching people cross The Promenade for over an hour counting the couples that were supposed to be her and Elijah.

“God damn it! Where the hell are you, Elijah!? You were supposed to be here over an hour ago!” Tessa yelled at nothing in particular. She was in her, and his, favorite dress, a silk black slinky thing with red silk trim around the bottom. Her toenails were painted a dark red to match the trim and she was wearing the new black sandals she’d bought just for the occasion. Her brown hair had been curled and primped and fried and dyed and highlighted and everything those women in that beauty salon could come up with. Her fingernails were painted, her face made up, and she was actually wearing mascara around her big hazel eyes. Here she was… all dress up and no place to go. (more…)

Before we get started, I’m going to tell you a little about myself. My name is Marcus. I am 22 years old and in my fourth year of college. I am about 5′11″, 160 pounds. I am well built and I tend to make friends with my female classmates fairly easily. I have had my share of sexual partners over the four years in college and I still don’t have any intention of finding a girlfriend. I mean, I do have some friends that I would love to go out with, but a long relationship has never really been my style. With that said, let me tell you my story. (more…)

All was quiet and things were winding down for the night. I was standing at the sink cleaning the last of the dishes. The window in front of the sink was open and the sounds and smells of summer were blowing into the kitchen with the summer breeze. I was lost in thought when I felt the warmth of hands at my hips. A smile spread across my face as I realized those were slowly making a move up my sides. They were continuing their slow sexy crawl when I felt the heat from breath on my neck. By now my smile was full as I felt the first brush of lips on my skin with goose bumps not far behind. I tilted my head and the kisses trailed, as hot as the weather outside. (more…)