Here’s a Bob the Builder story I wrote about a year ago…

On a bright sunny day in Bobsville, Bob had finally worked up the courage to ask Wendy out.

"uh, Wendy, um, I was wondering if we could go on a date Saturday?" he stammered.

"Oh, no I couldn't Bob, we work together. It wouldn't be right." she replied

Bob didn't handle it well. "We work together," he mocked.

"We'll see about that." he sneered

Later that day Bob was walking toward Farmer Pickles house. "Ah, Spud, just the scarecrow I wanted to see!" Bob said, "How would you like to help me out and I promise you'll get to eat something along the way," he offered.

"Spuds on the job!" Bob explained his plan and with no hesitation they agreed and gathered up the rest of the team to carry Bobs plans for Wendy.

When Wendy showed up at the yard the next day, only Roley was there with a camcorder.

"Hi, Wendy." He crooned.

"Uh, Hi Roley. Where is everyone?" She was already uneasy with the situation.

"oh, they'll show up when the time is right." he whispered. Just then Bob and Spud showed up.

Shameless [Str8, prost, virgin]

I felt my entire esophagus trembling as I tried to suck the air slowly in. My airway burned and it didn't matter how many times I drank just one more glass of water, my throat was going dry.

"If I go, you promise not to give up?"

"No way. " I held Elise by her arms. If she left, I would start to run and not stop until I got home.

"Mina, eventually we will have to split up. Unless you want me to stay here for the whole thing" she laughed "and I don't think you will".

"This was a bad idea".

""Bad" is still being a virgin at 23".

"This was a very very bad idea."

"Stop being so catastrophic, Mina. It doesn't suit you."

I opened my andry eyes towards her. Doesn't suit me? Being catastrophic is probably the only thing I know how to do right.

"Yeah, right." She shook her head, smiling "Maybe it suits you a little bit. But it will be all right. You just need to breathe. And try to stop sweating."

"Oh my God! Am I sweating too much? I am, ain't I?"

Morning Haze [MF, Oral, hookup, semi-public]

Morning haze. It was about 5AM, the crack of dawn, and the fog outside was dense. I was sitting in a little diner almost the breadth of the United States away from my home. I was away for a work trip. I drove out there; what a shitty idea. But while I was brooding about that, I noticed something that got my spirits up a little: there was a cute-as-hell blonde sitting on the other end of the room. She looked kind of familiar. She was wearing simple business attire: a white blouse, a long black skirt – very classy – and black pumps and stockings. Her hair was in a neat bun, sexy librarian-style. As you can guess, I got a little caught up in checking her out, because next thing I know she was looking right at me. I turned to pretend I was looking at something else, but she’d have to be an idiot not to catch me. How embarrassing. After a minute or two, I chanced another glance at her. She was still staring right at me.

Kerina’s College Humiliation, Ch.16: Back at the Dorm [f][blkmail]

Kerina stopped at the entrance of her dorm, slightly out of breath. She stood there in only a long buttoned up shirt, too large for her, which fell to just two inches above her knees. Her hair was disheveled and her face red and blotchy from crying. '

Kerina rested for a moment, as walking here had been hard going. Pat had been very rough with her and now her ass was very sore. Kerina fidgeted even as she stood in front of the door, unable to stand comfortably.

Kerina realised that she was locked out again. Feeling foolish, she knocked gently on the door.

Kerina stood there for what seemed like ages, knocking twice more before she heard the sound of footsteps on the other side of the door.

The door opened inwards and Lisa's face appeared looking out.

"This had better be goo…oh Kerina?" Lisa asked surprised

"Hi Lisa, uh I don't have my keys.."

Kerina’s College Humiliation, Ch.15: Coming from Behind [fmM][blkmail]

Kerina was running, blindly down the hallway, desperate to escape the echoing laughter coming from somewhere behind her, from the class room she was due to attend.

Kerina had just lived out another nightmare, in a week that was proving to be full of nightmares for her so far. She had just had her skirt taken away from her in the middle of the University hallway and then had been exposed to her Professor and her class.

Unable to deal with the reality of what had happened, Kerina had ran, blindly, just desiring to be away not thinking about where she was going.

"Hey babe, slow down."

Kerina almost jumped as she heard the words in the empty hallway. She looked around as she slowed down. She recognized the voice. It was Jack.

He was standing at the door of a classroom.

"Come in here babe, this room is empty."

Desperate for some privacy, Kerina almost ran in the door. Inside it was empty as he had described and there were just rows of old desks and a blackboard on the wall.

I hate Mondays. [MF] [str8]

Crowded bussess. Long Commutes. Damn, all these people! Why do they crowd all these people on this bus? Its not like they get paid per person. HA! Maybe they do. Who knows. And I got on at the stop where I have to stand all the way into the city. We are shoved in here like sardines! "Move on back!" Stupid conductor! Move where? I'm already shoved close as fuck to this guy here. I can feel his breath on my neck. I can feel his heart beating. I can feel his chest rising and falling. … his rhythm … his pace. Short. Deep. … his thighs pressed tight against my hips. …his… What's this? … I can feel his… oh myyy… I can feel his cock. Goddamn … its rock hard! I look slightly over my shoulder. All I can see without actually turning around is his muscular arm holding on to the rope. His breath is hot against my neck. My knees give way. The bus rattles. Shakes. Vibrates. The bus comes to an abrupt stop. More people. Shoved closer. Tighter. Our bodies Closer. Tighter. I feel him adjust to the closeness. Not away from me. But tighter. The bus lurches forward. I loose balance a bit. Instinctively he steadies me with his free hand. A low moan escapes me. He pulls me tighter to his body. I feel him now, full, hard. Pressed in the crack of my ass. Damn, he feel so good. I imagine his hand working it's way around my waist. Fingers moving to the top my skirt. Slipping his hands down. Under the waistband. Reaching to find my wet slick cunt. Slipping his thick fingers into my hot, wanting, vibrating, yoni. I feel him pulse. Stiffening. Pushing. Pulsing. Again. And again. A deep quiet moan just at the back of my ear. His breath expelled on my neck. "Arvangorro!" I am snapped out of my trance by the conductors voice. Oh, shit! This is my stop. Half composed, I make my way to the door. At the door, I dare to look back in his direction. I see a devilish glint in his eye and a slightly cheeky smile on his lips. I blush. "Watch your step!" The conductor shouts. The doors open. I exit. What a beautiful day! I love Mondays!

John and Hailey [Mf]

Author's Note: This is an excerpted sex scene from a novel I'm working on, so the details of the characters' descriptions aren't mentioned much in this passage, in particular the guy's appearance.

For your imagination: John is 28 years old, average height, and lean and lanky. He's got short brown hair, and brown eyes, and usually wears glasses. He's average looking actually. At the time of this scene, his left arm is broken.

Hailey is 22, really skinny, and totally flat-chested, like less than A-cups, if that's possible. She's got brown hair in a pixie cut, with green eyes.

Just a warning, this is the last sex scene in the story, so its very long winded and it takes a while for things to get going. Feedback is much appreciated.

The two of them watched TV in silence for a few minutes before John spoke up, “Hey, listen, I know you must’ve heard this from every one of my friends, but, um… I never really got a chance to thank you myself, Hailey… For everything you’ve done for me. I mean, after what I did to you…” He scoffed, and shook his head. “… To myself. All you’ve done for me; it was more than called for.”

Ping! Part 1 [m/f][exh][mast][college]

Ping!

The professor gave me a dirty look.

"Phones silent please." she said with irritation. I nodded a sheepish apology, and she seemed satisfied enough to return to the board without comment. I let out an annoyed sigh, and dug my phone out of my pocket; it was probably nothing important, but I was curious who it was.

> Unknown number

> New MMS

Great, A wrong number. Though, an MMS from somebody not in my contacts list was odd. I traced the unlock pattern and opened my messages while looking up to make sure the professor was still scribbling out the Mayan kinship diagram. I had to cover up my mouth to keep the embarrassed laughter from coming out. Presented without comment was a picture of a modest pair of perky tits from the neck down. I quickly locked my phone and shoved it inside my pants pocket. surreptitiously looking around to see if anyone else saw it.

I pretended to pay attention to the lesson, but I was baffled and trying to make sense of the message. Who sent this and how did I get it? Maybe it was intended for a boyfriend's new phone or an online paramour. Whatever her original intentions were, I wasn't hiding a blush just because of me. Sending nudes to somebody else's phone unintentionally would be absolutely mortifying!

Losing my virginity to my brother’s bestfriend [M/F]

The sun is streaming through the blinds of the dark college dorm room I am in. My brother Alex is sleeping on the only bed in the room while I find myself in a sleeping bag on the cold, hard floor. However, I don’t mind much because I am next to his extremely attractive and rather shirtless friend Chris.

I have been visiting my brother for the past week and due to the lack of summer housing, the three of us have been squished in this tiny dorm room. I try not to make too much noise as I unzip my sleeping bag and straighten out my short black nightgown. If I knew I’d be sharing the same room with my brother, I would have worn something longer and less sexy. I look back towards the bed and find my brother passed out and drooling on the bed. With any luck, he’ll be awake by the time I am back from my shower.

Kerina’s College Humiliation, Ch.14: Shark Attack [fm]

Kerina walked stunned from the Security Office, eager to get back to her dorm room. Not even thinking of solving the issue for the moment, just thinking about getting some privacy, washing away all the sweat and cum from the pawing men.

As she stumbled along, looking a sight with her long dishevelled hair, her rumpled skirt and holding her bag close against her blouse, Kerina walked straight past Jack, her face twisted with worry.

"Hey Kerina, slow down," Jack called catching up to her.

Kerina kept walking as if she didn't even hear him. Jack caught up and grabbed her by the shoulders, "what's going on,"

Kerina looked around terrified. When she saw Jack she just stopped, the auto pilot that had taken her this far failing.

"What is wrong Kerina, What has happened?" Jack insisted.

"N-nothing, I mean… there was this stuff in my bag…but it wasn't mine. They wouldn't believe me and they searched me.."Kerina trailed off.

Jack put his arm consolingly around Kerina, guiding her along the pathway to her dorm building, "Look you are upset, I will walk you."