I was told by older relatives and friends that going to college would be the best experience ever in more ways than one. Supposedly, I was going to meet a boy and have wild sex parties with lots of booze and do things I’d never tell my parents about.
Unless I became a lesbian overnight, my little college didn’t have enough suitable sex partners to go around. Girls outnumber the boys by a big margin. All the cute guys don’t last very long. Forget about the creepsters, I’d as soon hang on to my virginity. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: Laundry Day”
Kyle wakes up early every morning. Karen doesn’t. On the weekend, their different schedules make activities difficult. But maybe the smell of fresh breakfast could entice Karen out of bed. At least that’s his plan.
But breakfast doesn’t end with just pancakes. Satisfying Karen takes so much more.
If you enjoy smart and sexy erotica, you will enjoy reading The Glowing Satisfaction of Pancakes.
Continue reading “Humpday Story: The Glowing Satisfaction of Pancakes”
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Apologies if this is a story I’ve repeated. First, I didn’t realize how many of these flash stories I had. Second, I need a better organization system. Enjoy!
On Tuesday, I didn’t go to the grocery store to just get laid. I didn’t have to go in the first place, my cupboards and fridge had enough food for a few days. Only needed eggs, milk, and butter. So I wore cut-off jeans that were cut off a wee bit too short, and a low-cut tank top that showed off the little freckled cleavage I have. And what of it if I wore dark wrap-around shades so I could check out guys without them knowing?
Just a typical loony day at the store in the sweltering summer. Every aisle was packed with people and their loaded shopping carts. I used a hand-basket so I could zip around the store and be done. All my stuff was on the outside sections anyway. But I wanted to walk down the frozen aisle anyway. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: The Tuesday Dairy”
Going to the same diner after work every night has its perks, and Betty’s Stack House has plenty of perks to offer. Including one perky waitress.
Jeff is about to discover he can have his pie and take it home with him, if he only asks for it. But Betty, the waitress, likes a man who is submissive. Once Jeff tells her yes, there’s no going back. Continue reading “Humpday Story: Would You Like Cherry Pie With That?”
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It started with her fingernails and hair. Linda always painted her nails in funky colors and designs—red skulls, blue flowers, pink dubious shapes that might’ve been lips of one type or the other. And she used those nails to torture me right before orgasm.
She’d ride me non-stop, our sweaty bodies slapping together and making a musky sexy smell, and then suddenly she’d be scratching me up and down my sides. I’m ticklish as hell, and I always squirmed and laughed despite being near the edge of orgasm.
Then Linda lowered her head so her hair brushed against my face, tickling me even more. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: Tickled to Orgasm”
The Pink Taco. The best tacos in town, the worst landmark. The neon taco on the roof makes the snow look like giant pink glitter dust, and puts all the seven sins to shame. Especially gluttony.
After a long day of being on her feet, Emily heads straight to the Pink Taco for a late night dinner. Priority one: eat. Priority two: strip naked and masturbate the rest of the night.
Only a man in shiny black shoes might change Emily’s plans. Continue reading “Humpday Story: Pink Taco Tryst”