Author: logicledbulb

Dirty Laundry – A College Dorm Story

This happened about 10 years ago but I can still remember it like it was yesterday. I was 21 working a full time job and she was 22 and in college. We lived together but would sometimes take our laundry to the dorms laundry room because it seemed to be seldom used and was a bit cheaper than the other ones in town.

She was 5'8", long dirty blond hair, full but not fat body and one of the best pair of D breasts I've ever seen.

Anyways, one time we were doing laundry at the dorms she was wearing this sexy little sundress, red with some sort of pattern that looked great with her skin tone. all day I kept saying how sexy she looked and I liked being able to lift her skirt and grab her ass all day as well.

We were alone in the laundry room for about 15min. when we started kissing and feeling each other. My dick got so hard I was rubbing it right against her as I held her from behind and kissed her neck. Read more »

Just one taste!

Disclosure: I promise you this is a real story. It happened about 6 years ago while I was at work with the secretary at the time. I had originally made it into a story for litorotica but since this actually happened I wanted to post it here. This is my first post so be kind…or don't, that's cool to.

It was another boring day like any other with jobs lined up. I was stuck in the shop cleaning, organizing and rebuilding equipment wishing he had been out on a job, regardless of how grooling it can be as well.

Like I always did, I would break up the monotony by walking into the office and chatting with the secretary Kris. I liked doing this because Kris is playful and always could bring fun to a boring day. She was the girl next door type but with a dirty side. She was flirty with everyone so I never thought much of her sometimes more than obvious advances.

“What are you up to tonight?” I would say, with Kris’s response being “You know me, just going home to play by myself”, She would say with a smile. I'd just laugh and tell her to think about me. “I always do!” She would reply. Read more »