The Adventures of Dennis Part 3 (Part 2 of 2)

Brie and I woke up from our afternoon nap. The sun was setting through her windows. I looked at her bare legs and her pink slip. I massaged them with my hand. “Mmmm,” she said, stirring. “Do you have to go?” “Yeah,” I said. “I gotta go.” I got dressed and we stood in her doorway. “What are we?” Brie asked. I shrugged and walked away.

I was chatting up Melissa. She was a blonde with a few piercings, wearing a white blouse and jean skirt. She was in the sister house. We sipped beer as we stood to the side of the beer pong table. “I’ve had enough of Holocaust jokes,” I said. “Anne Frankly I’m just sick of them.” She cackled and bounced her head against my shoulder. She was very drunk. “I wonder if I’ll be lying on that table later on,” she said looking at the beer pong table. This was about the sixth overt sex reference she’d made that night. “I dunno,” I said. “Want to try it out?” Read more »

The Adventures of Dennis Part 3 (part 1 of 2)

Brie had a habit of pressing her face against my neck during some point usually towards the end of our sessions. But there were also times when she clutched the back of my neck and suddenly I felt her nose bearing down on my Adam’s apple only about two minutes in, so maybe she was just nervous and didn’t know what to do. There was this one time in my dorm room, during a bout of midday horniness that needed some relief. And this time was sexy as shit because she was sitting on top of me and I bounced her up and down and felt my thumb digging in to her belly button and watched her moan up at the low hanging light that she could have bonked her head against if she leaned much closer. As if she were practicing modern dance choreography (and she had been a dancer, which she’d given up for studying painting and banging me), she curled her head down so she was looking straight down at my lower belly. And she turned up the volume of her moans as if the hairier part of my stomach made it so much sexier. And she dipped downward and buried her face in my neck, while at the same time, amazingly, reaching back with one hand and grasping my cock to make sure it stayed inside her. This time I was being responsible and wearing a condom. It felt very awkward, but for the next minute or so, I got an inch-away view of her thin, stringy black hair with even a single gray hair near the top of her head where it parted. She’d worn her hair in a ponytail when we first met, but that had gone the way of all bad ideas. Her breath felt hot on my neck and her moans vibrated off my pillow like a surround sound museum piece. I felt her hand that wasn’t on my cock slither around in to my hair. I felt her eyelashes fluttering against my neck. I peered up over her head to see what the action was like south of the great hill. Her ass bobbed in the air and my dick felt like it could fling out of her at any second. So I scooted down and, in a feat of gymnastics, curled my legs up so they forked between her legs and spread them out on either side and got my old pal more firmly situated in her pussy. I thrusted with more authority and her hand jerked away from my cock. It writhed across her ass and rested at the edge of her crack. I could see my nuts flailing above her ass like two fat kids trying to jump over a wall, but then I started coming and shut my eyes and put both of my hands around her cheeks. I raised her face so she looked in to mine and at the moment our eyes met she stopped her staccato moans. Her face was flushed and her lips were parted and her eyes were squinted, like they had been shut for duration of their acquaintance with my neck. The fat of her cheeks was balled up between my thumbs and forefingers. I finished and let my legs fall flat. I didn’t kiss her. I just held her face and we stared at each other, breathing. She bent down and kissed me for a long time. Read more »

Excerpt from Velocirapture by Desdemona Devereaux [mf],[ff],[oral],[bi]

“The galaxy is broken,” Lexxia had informed the Academy of Spirit-Sciences. “Dying. We harnessed the greatest power in the universe without properly understanding it, now we have reaped the consequences of that folly.”

She looked out over the audience seated in the amphitheater. It was a sparse group, thinned out and indifferent. She hadn’t expected anything more. It was not a popular theory.

“The source of that power is inside us all, as you know. It is the Salaxastrum, the Spirit-Element. Those adept enough to manipulate that energy can draw upon it. When this is done properly, with the appropriate training and discipline, wonders can be accomplished. When it is not…”

She looked to her assistant and the young woman brought up an image on the great screen that stood behind her. It depicted the rifts that cut across the galaxy like jagged scars. It was as if space itself were cracked like glass and prepared to shatter.

“But we have discovered something in what was broken that may allow us to repair it,” she promised, looking to her assistant. “Bring out the specimen,” she commanded. Read more »

First cuckold kiss, The taste of betrayal

This is the story of the second time I was cuckolded. This was about 8 or 9 months after my first experience as a cuckold. Me and Rylee had broken up. I had gotten kicked out of our school. She started going out with this older kid who had choked me unconscious in the hallway once during a fight. The whole school knew they were fucking. Honestly he was probably fucking her while we were dating. I was still a virgin, she had never let me get farther then 3rd base. The closest thing id ever gotten to sex was cumming on Rylees feet and leg while she was passed out after she had just let another boy fuck her on my bed.

But life goes on, I started to go to a new school. The school that Rylee had just transferred from to go to the school I had just been kicked out of. So incidentally she had a lot of friends at that school. I started going out with a going out with a girl named Sierra.

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Under The Office [MF] [Str8]

I see her walk in through the revolving glass doors every morning. Half the time she’s digging through her black leather purse for her ID card. She glides through the room seamlessly without ever looking up until she finds it just before the security desk. Her hair flips behind her as she looks up smiling and a part of me feels like it’s for me. It’s the best part of my morning sweep. I time it exactly too. At 8:50am she walks through that door, blazer open, rich auburn hair flowing down her back, skirt slightly sliding up her thighs. I imagine how soft her skin is and how it would feel to run my hands over every inch of those thighs.

The security guard nods his head and smiles. “Good morning, Amy.”

“Morning Jon, how are you?”

“I’m good, nice day isn’t it?

Amy chuckles for a second. “Yeah, too bad I’ll be trapped behind a desk all day!”

His smile widens. “There’s always tomorrow, right?” Read more »

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Velocirapture is an erotic tale of scifi fantasy like nothing you've ever experienced. This is a 12,000+ word exploration of wild beast sex and forbidden pleasures.

Dr. Lexxia LaBelle is not just one of the most brilliant scientists of her age, she is also an adept trained in the graceful art of harnessing the sexual pleasures of the flesh. When the galaxy is threatened by an unknown energy field working to tear the very fabric of space apart, she vows to use all her training to stop it. She discovers Astra, a beautiful primitive whose sexual power is drawn from the center of the rift, a primal place in space and time whose raw energy offers mankind's best hope for saving the galaxy. But to travel to that primordial plane means leaving her own flesh behind. She must capture the ancient hunger of the velociraptor in order to return with the power she needs.

EXCERPT:

The chieftain took his position behind her. With one mighty arm the chief of the man-brutes pressed down on her shoulders until she was bent over as far as the straps on her wrists would allow. With the other hand he pulled her hips closer to his own until his tip brushed against her loin cloth. Impatiently he tore away this obstruction and swelled at the sight. Read more »

I’m a good girl. [mf]

Can I sit on top of you?

Good. Now, we’re looking at each other face to face.

You want to kiss me? You lean in, but I hold you back. I just want to look at you. Then, I take your face in my hands and I kiss you. Gently at first, but then harder.

I bite your lip and I trace my hands down your back, I grasp your belt. Do you like that? I move my hips back and forth on top of you slowly. I feel you growing hard beneath me. I kiss your neck, you can feel my breath on your ear. I take off my shirt.

You unclasp that delicate black lace bra. I let my little pink nipples graze against your chest. You feel them stiffen. you grasp the bottom of my thighs and you lift me up and lower me onto your bed.

You hold my hands over my head and kiss my neck, my chest, my nipples, my flat stomach, the soft skin below my belly button. You hold yourself on top of me, so you can just feel me against you. I look at you. Read more »

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The night I baptized you and ruined your friend’s couch [mf], [oral], [squirting], [true story]

This is my Hail Mary. This my last effort to get you out of my system.

I can’t even be sure if that night was real. Warmth runs through my core. My inner most muscles are nearly sent into a spasm; these days all it takes is a single thought.

I stood in awe of that long blonde hair tucked under a ball cap and a fitted T-shirt. You strolled right up to me. So casually with those dimples- like you didn’t just set my desires aflame. The more I got to know that mischievous smile over the weekend, the more I started to crave you. We may have parted ways but the need for you stayed with me.

The Albertan summer was fleeting, typical of that unattainable bitch, and soon enough it was time for the ball tournament. It was almost as if good luck and fortune fell right into my horny lap. There you stood in the front of the line to beer gardens. Clit on fire, I called out to you. As soon as our eyes met, a shock raced through me. Something sparked in your eyes, a mixture of surprise and anticipation rolled into one devastatingly sexy look. Read more »

Thigh Pillow

(From Dr. Hapmord’s files)

Patient: Dennis Tominsky Age: 27 Age at time of story: 19 Time: Sometime in May. The end of Freshman Year of college. Read more »