Clunky Boobs

I have never been a pretty girl. I am tall (six feet in my stockings) and skinny, with wide hips and a big nose that never really recovered its shape after a bicycle accident when I was eight. To make matters worse, I’ve never been a girly girl: I don’t wear make-up or make a big fuss about my hair. Growing up I liked playing dungeons and dragons and basketball. I was a nerd. The guys all thought I was a freak. Maybe they were right.

So I found myself in college, 19 years old, a virgin, and horny as hell. College guys, as far as I could tell, were the same things as high school boys. There seemed to be no chance of me having a sex life. I immersed myself in my studies and masturbated frequently. (more…)

Once again, having to masturbate to satisfy myself, I needed a good hard fucking. I need what I dreamt about in my fantasies. To be used hard and rough by a group of older men. There would be no one under the age of sixty, ready to fuck me, and make me do nasty things to them. They would manhandle me and practically rape me, but of course I love every minute of it. The humiliation, the use, the spankings, all of it was a big turn on for me. Being made to know that I am nothing more than a whore for cock is what turns me on the most. (more…)

I awoke with a start. Heart hammering, I turned over to see what presumptuous man had crawled into my bed. Seeing the dark-hair and strong face, I understood last night hadn’t been wishful thinking or erotic dreams. James really “had “come to my bed last night in an attempt to comfort my inconsolable heart. I dreamily traced his thin upper lip with a curious fingertip until a tongue suddenly came out and captured it. I watched as his long lashes parted and his brilliant green eyes stared at me.

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“Girl, don’t you know every time I see you smiling

Hurts so bad ’cause when I see you I start crying

Try everything to stop but there’s no denying

Falling in love with you girl is just like dying…”

I’m sitting in my favorite bar, drinking a Bloody Mary, and nursing my wounds. Men! I sipped my drink and listened to the jukebox. Someone had put on “Words” by the Monkees. You, too, eh? At the stools, it’s just me and the barman. I’ve decided to spare him–just drink and tip, drink and tip. (more…)

“This story, plot and characters are here with permission from the original author: WarmSoftRayne.

I believe the twists and turns Julia and Leslie go through in this chapter and future ones will delight Rayne’s fans. I appreciate the opportunity to work with Rayne and thank her for allowing me to continue the storyline.

Chapter I: Julia and Leslie met intimately on a winter weekend at the Oregon coast.

Chapter II: They met again to confirm their feelings for each other.”

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*Chapter III* (more…)

*Lunch*

I Was sitting in my office when a message popped up on my screen.

“What are you doing today?”

I smiled as I got up and closed my door. As I sat down, I replied back with, “Just working today. Boss is out of the office, so everyone is using today as a catch up day. What are you doing today?”

“I am working from home today. The hubby had an accident and I need to baby-sit him until he feels better.”

“That is a shame.”

“Not really. He is on some antivert. It knocks him out for hours at a time. So I can get some work and other things taken care of.” (more…)

A car alarm blared on the street outside my bedroom window. Drowsily, I woke, grabbing my alarm clock off the stand to check the time. 6:27. Perfect. I groaned as my head fell back onto the pillow.

Get up. Don’t be lazy, thought one half of my brain.

The other half immediately responded: Just hit the snooze button once the alarm goes off. Thirteen more minutes of sleep, you’ll still be able to get out there in time.

Kicking the sheets off me, I groaned and rolled upright, grabbing for my glasses. (more…)

What a wonderful morning. Light breeze, sun just coming over the horizon. The morning dew looking like crystals on the grass. I am putting on my shoes when you come knocking on the door telling me to come on. I get up and open the door. I stand there looking at you, then I through my arms around you and kiss you hard. Then I close the door and walk past you. You drive us to this small open area and get out our gear from the back. You kiss me and say we better get going.

After about 2 hours, we are both covered in sweat and getting exhausted but you are being a pain in my ass and make us keep walking. Finally, we go over a small hilltop and you show me the most beautiful waterfall I have ever seen. The water is crystal blue and with the cool breeze you can smell the sweet scent. We walk down to the waters edge. I lightly put my fingers in it to see how cold it is. Instantly making my nipples hard. Wow I think. So nice, cold and soothing to my hot sore body. You tell me that you are going to go get some wood for dinner and would be right back. I tell you ok. This is my chance. I take my shorts, bra, shoes and socks. I knew wearing a long t-shirt would come in handy today. I walk over to the edge and put my feet in. Feels so nice. Slowly walking in deeper and deeper until it is even with my breasts. I notice an area where a piece of the waterfall cuts out and is not so rough. I stand under this area letting the water run over my face and getting my body all wet. I run my hands over my nipples and start to fondle them. They are so hard. I run my hands all down my body. (more…)

Her job had always been beauty, find it and make it sexy. From the time she was but a young girl, she had always been able to make a rock sparkle brighter than any diamond. Hers was a talent that not many had. She was Penelope Blanché, fashion photographer for a company headed by the Crimson Blade. She had majored is visual arts but her talent was no longer in demand in the world they lived in today. So when she had gotten the call from the assistant of the Blade Agency, she had taken it as it didn’t compromise on her integrity too much. (more…)

“If, for some reason, you feel offended by sexual stories, then I don’t know why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that’s the case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you choose to continue. But don’t worry, it’s all fantasy.

This and most of my stories would have been a mess of spelling errors and grammatical rubbish, had it not been for Old Rotorhead and Cagey. I’m very thankful for their patient work and encouragement. (more…)