Author: unfulfillableurge

Hot Cum Blast (M/F)

It was the first week after the snow flew, and I was getting ready to move to a new town. Being this place had absolutely awful winters, I felt I was moving out at just the right time, and looked forward to being somewhere a little more tropical by temperature alone. There would still be snow, but I wouldn’t be freezing my balls off each time I stepped outside. Thank goodness for that.

A girl I knew had moved into town about two weeks before, and was absolutely devastated to find out I was leaving so soon. So often life seems to throw a curveball like that and we aren’t sure how to respond. We want to treasure every last moment, but the time is short and we don’t want to look too weird. I felt a strong emotional connection with her too, and didn’t want to damage it in the long run, because it came in handy whenever we ran into each other somewhere else. Strong bonds make for lifelong friendships. Read more »

The First Snow (M/M)

I had returned home for the Christmas holiday season to spend time with family and friends. This time of course involved a trip home to my former high school. I had enjoyed high school for the most part, and loved to support the school whenever I could, be it through a small donation of money or my time and services. There were many great options.

As I pulled up to the school for the girls sporting event that night I was greeted by an old friend who was there to watch the game. “Hi” he said nervously, looking down at his shoes a bit. I asked him how he was doing, and he responded “I’m alright”. We traded niceties back and forth for a few minutes before heading in to watch the game.

This man was several years younger than me, and I had met him through an extracurricular during my sophomore year. Time went on and as more of the underclassmen got to know me, so did he. He was now a Senior and eighteen years old, and damn did he look fine. While we hadn’t grown very tall, he had taken on the perfect form of a twink save for some mustache hair on his face that almost looked like peach fuzz. He was wearing tight grey jogger pants and I definitely did not regret getting a chance to look at his firmly shaped ass on the way in thanks to the joggers, which were defined in all the right places without a doubt. Read more »

Taking Control (M/F)

The Spotify Chill Vibes playlist was on as we backed into the bedroom. I had tried to set the perfect environment, with warm blue lights setting the appearance of a dream world, and that’s exactly where I was right now as I took my friend in my arms and began to undo her shirt button by button.

I had met this girl some weeks prior as she played the piano at the end of a long day. We had shared some drinks and explored our bodies with the giddiness of explorers. We had been meeting up at least once weekly since then as a casual arrangement. I knew exactly how to make her cum and she was an expert with my cock. We knew how to have fun with the sex too, and each time was a new adventure.

Her youthful tits were exposed once again. I caressed them with eagerness as she began to moan while I sucked her nipples. I felt her sliding her black leggings off, revealing a pink lace thong that her pussy had already soaked. It was going to be a good time. I went to slide them off, but then she grabbed my hands Read more »

A Splendid Night With The Boss (M/M)

I could never stop myself from getting horny at work. It seemed as though I would start the day normally enough, dead inside and trying to erase the look of dread off my face. But then by the end of the day I would be a literal tiger, wanting to fuck anything and everything in sight before I left the office, and since I was always the last one out of the building it was very seldom someone saw that side of me, and I was able to keep it to myself as I went to the next destination, be it home or the bar, or even somewhere else. I knew that while other people were present, I could control my urges and feelings, or could I?

A new boss started one breezy Spring day. He was around my age and physically fit with the exception of a cute little pooch belly that must have been the victim of drinking parties with “The Squad”. He had legs that were nice and thin, black hair that he would always comb into a nice little flame design in the front, an ass that looked ripe for spanking, and muscular arms. Despite the fact that he looked like he would probably tear down the government as we knew it one day, my bisexual heart fluttered every time I saw him walk by my desk. Read more »

On My Shoulder (M/F)

It was the day after her aunt died.

My friend came up to me and was absolutely beside herself. The pain of loss was still fresh on her face and in her heart, and a tear rolled down her beautiful face, followed by more tears as she was reminded of the sting of death and the permanent effect it had. As she began to uncontrollably sob in the back of the church sanctuary, she leaned on my shoulder. I carefully put an arm around her, not too soft but not too firm either. The touch of another human made me feel warm, but there were boundaries to be followed and observed here.

“I’ll never see her or hear her voice again” she wailed as her tears began to soke her shirt. I whispered words of encouragement and we agreed that she was in a better place now, free of pain and suffering and free of the trouble she had encountered on the Earth. Read more »

Piano Girl (M/F)

It was the end of the night and I was just getting ready to head home after a long day. Social interaction was exhausting, and I had certainly done enough of it that day. I was ready to go home, crack a cold one, spend a little time on myself, and then crash into a deep sleep for the night.

First though I needed to go put some things away in the closet to tidy up from the day. I walked into the room and saw a friend of mine playing the piano and making beautiful melodies. It seemed as each note hit my heart fluttered just a bit more, and I was intrigued.

She was a youthful 21 years of age and physically fit. Her long blonde hair had been straightened for the occasion, and she was wearing a navy shirt with really tight dress pants that showed off her ass perfectly. I had to stop myself from gazing for too long so as not to look strange to those passing by. She knew how to dress for the occasion, and her smile sparkled in the sun rays coming in through the windows. We greeted each other, and as was custom I sat down and began to make music with her. Read more »