Fiction

The story of toothpick My name is john Tucker and in all the years of my life, I have no history of romance. My sweetheart is my right hand. Why you ask? Because I have a big problem, well I guess you can say a small problem (pun intended). You see I was born with a small dick. How small you ask? I’m 18 in my last year of high school, and my dick is the size of a toothpick. Hence I got the nick name toothpick growing up. I mean everyone calls me by this stupid ass nick name. My...

Fbailey story number 475 Child Prostitute She was hanging outside my place of business all day long looking like a hooker but afraid to solicit money for sex from a stranger. Obviously she was new at it. I had seen a few prostitutes on my corner over the years but she was just a kid. Finally I walked outside and asked her if she wanted something to eat and drink. She said yes and I invited her inside. I asked her what she liked to eat and then I ordered a pizza for us to share and a couple of sodas...

Eloise sat there, hips tucked back, knees next to her cheeks, feet dangling in front of her, and listened to the conversation taking place on the other side of her impromptu venue for some ‘stress relief’ that involved plunging an 8-inch silicone cock into her dripping snatch. Moments ago, she was tweaking her nipple with one hand and furiously rubbing her sensitive clit with a pair of fingers from the other. Moans were streaming out of her mouth in a boundless cascade of obscene lewdness. She had her eyes shut, and she was doing her best to block out the fact...

"What.. WHAT THE FUCK?!" "Um.. hi." "What… WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? Why is Molly's pussy on your… on your.." Peter's angry, beyond pissed, but he's a human male. He's got a dick, and that dick's more concerned with the fact that my tongue is mere millimeters from hot girl's dripping cunt. The Wolf reaches over me and grabs Molly's ass. His voice comes out low, like a growl, "You should come get the pussy you've been dreaming about." Peter's mouth seems to have gone dry, or perhaps he can no longer speak due to the blood...

Lucy stared down at her brother sitting at the kitchen table and pouring a steady stream of maple syrup over the pancakes in front of him. She was always amazed how such a scrawny boy was able to eat so much and not gain any weight. “Are you even tasting that, Sammy?” He looked up at her, cheeks full like a squirrel, and nodded. She couldn’t help but smile. It was times like this that she had to remind herself that he wasn’t her baby brother anymore. At 20, he was a young man with the mentality of a pre-teen. Stricken...

Chapter 2 I sat in front of my computer stroking my throbbing dick thinking about what my daughter was doing in her room right then, knowing she was doing it for me. I couldn’t help but wonder how far this was going to go, will she want more of me and what she thought about my dick. I think my dick is a fairly big one compared to the pictures on the forum, it is 9 ¼ inches long and a little more than 2 inches thick I have measured it. I really wanted to know things about her she wouldn’t...

It was his first appointment with Dr. Rana. His frustration levels had been increasing as work, wife, and children demands on his time became overlapping and overwhelming. Finally, after a blow up over a weekend, the wife had had enough. He was to seek counseling to help relieve the tension that was building up. He sat in the waiting room reading a magazine in a bitter mood about having to be in counseling. Dr. Rana came into the waiting room and introduced herself while inviting him back to her office. Things are looking up! he thought when he gazed upon her...

Creamed Milk Maid Kelsey Diaz had always had boys after her, even in elementary school. There was just something about her that seemed to draw them in. She didn’t really understand it when she’d been a kid, but it had become at least somewhat more obvious when she’d hit high school. Kelsey was a pretty mix of latino and Native American, roughly one-quarter Native American so far as she knew. But what it meant for her physically was that she was what boys called a “total hottie”. She secretly suspected that sometimes they just wanted to get with her to get...

Coming too once more, this time I the very hospital that I was in yesterday morning when this investigation started. The difference now a nurse in a uniform that definitely was too tight on her was holding my left wrist, checking my pulse. Noticing i’m awake “Well detective Gorwin we were wondering when you come back!” dropping my wrist and recording my pulse onto the chart she picked up. “Doctor Cole will be in soon to check on you herself!” Great I thought a chick doctor that’s all I need right now, considering I just lost two chicks as partners in...

Spending your formative years in San Francisco, you develop differently, especially when it comes to sex.I never had girlfriends per say, and I didn't even where jockey shorts, but I did masturbate quite frequently. Which is to say,I had other interests. So, when I was fifteen,I wondered into the Castro district, although I couldn't drink,I thought I would take a look around. People were really friendly....A curious pretty boy teenager...heh...go figure. There was a particular bar, with a sidewalk cafe where I was asked to join some really cute guys and they would get me drinks. I jumped at the chance...