Story 4 of 💯: Her eyes told the story of a thousand nights. Even so, I couldn't resist. Or could I? — The candles gleamed off the old mirror behind the bar, casting an eerie glow around the small room. We were getting used to candlelight happy hours since the failure of a central nuclear energy plant forced the government to introduce load-shedding late last year. Drinking your whiskey lit only by…

Story 3 of 💯: He took the best of me, like in the old black and white movies, and then he left the rest for others to feed on. — I lay back, relaxed, waiting for him to arrive. Waiting for his enormous cock to fill my womanhood with pulsating, throbbing, and thrusting man-meat. Waiting for him to make me a star. He arrived late, of course, and he brought friends with him. I was young. I was naïve. Nobody…

Story 2 of 💯: Can you find true love online? Or even just satisfying sex? — Eyes ablaze with a passion I had only ever dreamt of, she came to my side. To my bed. Our passions laid bare; she devoured my desolation and returned ecstasy in its place. Where I had only known alienation, she brought me affirmation. She brought light to a shadowed soul—freedom…

Story 1 of 💯: Traded for a quick high, I spread my legs and let them release their frustrations deep into my pussy. — I lay on the dirty mattress in one room of the flophouse my girlfriend had just dropped me off at. She’d traded me for an eight-ball of coke, a handful of Oxy, and a quart of cheap vodka. …

He pitches the tent, and l look after his pole. You can’t pitch a tent without a well-oiled tent pole. The closest I get to camping is when some dude pitches a trouser tent, and I take it down, and that’s the way I like it. Give me a penthouse…

My ass is perfect, as anyone who's fucked it can tell you. And since I’m not choosy, anyone who wants to fuck it just has to ask. I bent over the end of the picnic table and dropped my short shorts to my ankles. He can take me in the…

You can always depend on somebody stumbling along when you need a good banging, even if it is your goofy brother. — The sun shone down, brightly and warmly. Too warmly to waste it with clothes, so it only took me a couple of minutes to decide it was nude sunbathing season. The grass was ticklish in the meadow, but at least I knew I would be alone. Alone with my vibrator…

When it’s too hot to fuck, sometimes a girl needs to improvise to cool down. After all, when the city’s burning, you may as well beat your meat to a pulp. — My sweat slowly dripped from my chin onto my naked body, lying prone on the floor beside my only friend today, an old fan. Wiping the sweat from my firm breasts and off my taut abs makes me horny, and it’s far too hot to fuck. But the buzzing in…

An evening of fun turns into a dawn of broken dreams and forgotten friends. — The drinking began in earnest while the sun was sinking below the tops of the mighty oaks who populated our local forest. Bathtub gin and shine were the drinks of choice tonight. No crazy coolers from the city, or clear beers. Real booze, homemade by the partiers. It was a…