On the Back of a Motorcycle

Saturday night is guy’s night out. We usually hit a strip bar, have a few drinks, get a little raunchy – you know, guy stuff. This past Saturday we went out for dinner first. We went to Clay’s Bar & Grill. They were new in town and were rapidly becoming known for two things – the best hot wings in town and the hottest women. But not just traditionally hot women. Clay’s waitresses all had at least one visible tattoo and many of them had piercings, as well. Now I know that not everyone is into tattoos and piercings, but I love body art. Seeing visible tats or piercings only makes me...

Windows

by Autumn Seave I hated to admit it but I loved the way a simple look from him turned me into a stuttering teenage girl. I loved the way his voice could make me blush as if I hadn’t been fantasizing about what I’d like him to do to me – or perhaps because of the images that came to mind. Maybe that’s why I did what I did that night. Maybe that’s why I didn’t stop to think – I just did what I was told. We’d been flirting all night long but with our eyes and our words only. I knew he was following me as I walked to the car after work, and the sway in my hips encouraged him....

Sorority – part 6

by Autumn Seave I slid my robe off my shoulders and stepped into the water. It was very hot and the room was filled with a thin layer of steam. Already the heat in the room had caused little beads of perspiration to appear all over our bodies. Chandra stepped in behind me. There was a long, purple velvet curtain covering the wall and Andrea pushed a button that pulled it to the side. As it slowly moved to the end of the room, it revealed a glass window. I’d never questioned the purpose of the curtain before but I was thrilled to see what was revealed. Behind the glass, you sat with three of your...

Car Trouble – part 2

by Hunter Contour Kerry, as I soon learned was the Jag girl’s real name, had car trouble more often than not on the weekends that summer. I soon found out that there was very little that Kerry didn’t love about sex. And I found out that there really was a rich boyfriend, David, who bored her to death with the missionary position, his distaste for the scent of pussy, and his abhorrence (her word, not mine) for dirty talk. When she wanted a real fucking she came to me. When she wanted a hard cock to suck on, she came to me. And when she wanted to be a dirty little whore with her ass in the air...