Author: Kinkynnasty

byAbsintheRose©

“There’s gonna be chicks right?” Jake, one of my best friends yammered from the passenger seat for the millionth time since we left my house to head to a keg party.

“Jake dude, I have no fucking idea, I didn’t throw this party, I didn’t invite people.” I replied.

He looked at me for a second considering this then pulled a cigarette from his pack, lit it and said, 

“Okay, but there better be chicks there.”

I rolled my eyes, of course I was hoping there were girls at this party I’m a 26 year old guy who is unattached, naturally I was hoping to get laid. But I was far less desperate than Jake. 

“Charlie, where the hell is this place?” Jake asked after littering his cigarette butt out the window.

We had left town a few minutes ago and were driving towards the boonies now, where all good keggers took place. 

“It’s at Brandon’s’ family plot outside of town, ya know the one on the edge of the woods.” Read more »

I’m laying in bed waiting for the text that says, “alright, I’m here.” I’ve had my hand down playing with my clit long enough to have brought myself to the edge a few times, but I don’t want to cum until it’s with my tight pussy wrapped around your amazing dick.

I get up and throw on my brand new bra with the matching, lacy, black thong. I put on a skirt and a sweater because I know they’ll be easier to gain access to. I text you back, “I’m on my way.”

In my car on the way to where you are, I am imagining all of the things I want to do to you when I get there. I can feel the vibrations of the car between my thighs, and it all becomes too much. I slide one hand up my skirt and push my panties to the side. I am dripping wet from my little fantasies. I slowly circle my fingertip around my clit until I can feel the pressure building up, then I slip down just a little and slide one finger into my pussy. One finger soon becomes two, and I sigh as I imagine it’s your dick filling me. I bring myself right to the edge of orgasm before I stop. I’m turning into the parking lot. Read more »

I used to teach English at a small New England college. Single, I became attracted to Lois, a new associate professor of American history. A slender brunette with medium-length hair and shapely legs, she liked to dress in the style of the 1940s, with padded shoulders and tight skirts. Usually part of a tailored suit that fit her like a glove, these skirts went below her knees. Although some had short slits, they always kept her legs together. I began watching her from my office window as she walked across campus every afternoon at about 4.

I asked around and learned she was in her early 30s like me, was unattached, and had a master’s from a prestigious women’s college in the same state. One brisk autumn day I got up the nerve to run down the stairs and catch up to her as her high heels clipped along through the fallen maple leaves.

She looked so businesslike from behind, but she turned to greet me with a welcoming smile that made it easy for me to introduce myself. I said I was going the same way and thought it was about time we met. She said she knew who I was too, and had known it would be just a matter of time before our paths crossed. Read more »