Being a punk-rocker in the 1980's in a small city in Southern Ontario seemed to elevate my teenage status to that of a rock star. Before I dawned a Mohawk, ripped jeans and a leather jacket I was just another geek that drooled over every cheerleader that walked through the school hallways. But now I had status. I never tried to dispel the false (and sometimes true) stories that circulated around town about what nasty bits of anarchy I had committed the week before. I just loved being the center of attention.
With that, every good girl looking for a bad boy had me on their radar. I had... Continue»
I've been checking out some webcam stuff lately. For my own purposes, I've taken a number of screen-shots of some pretty hot girls. But, I wonder if I'm just a complete grease-ball if I post them here. It could affect their lives forever. I'd like to hear some opinions.
Either you dig my stories or you don't... whatever. I get off just writing them. Hopefully you enjoy them too.
Beth and I had become a regular thing since that fateful night that she dragged me from the pub and fucked me on her mother's living-room floor (twice). The holidays were over and we were both back at our respective universities. I lived with a couple of other grad students in a roach-infested shit-hole in Little Italy. Beth lived right down town with two others in an all-girls residence reserved for first-years.
As if she needed to prove that she belonged in the Fine Arts ... Continue»
For those of you just looking for a quick wank, you should know that all of my stories have a slow build up... but hopefully to a happy ending.
It was turning into a pretty rough year for me. Beth and I were fighting every day, and just couldn't live with each other any more. As a quick fix I moved out of our swank Toronto flat back to my home town and took an apartment at the rental property that my f****y owned. Then I started drinking my way into a bad head-space, with it eventually affecting my work. But before I got fired, I just up and quit. So there I was -- a single, unemploy... Continue»
Again, another fictionalized account of a true story. And again, it's a long build up. So, if you're not into it, don't bother.
I met Kate at my f****y's private island. She was about 5'2" and had a J-Lo ass. She was slim, young and beautiful. And when she smiled she showed off a full set of braces. She was working on the island as a kind of caretaker, making beds and stocking the fridges and helping out around the island, in general. The first night, as my uncle and I shared a joint at the fire pit on the beach, I said to him, "Holy shit, I feel like I could be arrested just looking... Continue»
Another fictionalized account of a true story. It's a slow build up. So, if you're not into it, don't bother.
Beth's birthday was the day before mine. So we always celebrated together on her birthday. We had been living together for over two years and hadn't killed each other (yet), so we decided to send out invitations to everyone we knew to come out to our party. We reserved the up-stairs of our local pub and expected it to be packed.
As I had been working my first real job since grad school and Beth was in her forth year of university, easily a hundred people showed up to wish us... Continue»
This is a somewhat fictionalized account of a true story.
My best friend Kevin had been seeing Leslie through most of high school. But as he liked to party, and she was a daddy's-girl-princess-type, Kevin's relationship with Leslie was pretty private, and I barely knew her at all by the time we had started college. So I was pretty surprised when Kevin told me that Leslie wanted to come to the bar with us.
Leslie had just turned 18 and was a slim, beautiful, blonde, little bombshell -- smoking hot, and she knew it. Her typical attitude seemed to range from snotty to bitchy, but that ... Continue»
It was definitely the best party I had been to in years. I saw a lot of old friends and made some new ones. When I ran into this really cute, feisty blonde that I had made out with a few weeks before, I tried to make my move. But even my most charming performance wasn't going to seal that deal. She still flirted back, but eventually said, "Look, I really do like you. But I actually have a boyfriend... and I don't do that." I assumed she meant cheat, which didn't seem to factor in her licking peanut butter off my fingers a couple of weeks earlier.
So I proceeded to get d***k. As the ni... Continue»
First Time I Fucked a Girls Ass - True Story
Beth had actually picked me up. After being introduced by a mutual friend (and having several drinks and some good conversation), she left the bar, only to come back two minutes later, dragging me by the hand so that she could fuck me on her living-room floor (twice, actually). So, to say that our relationship was based on sex is a bit of an understatement. At 4'11" and 90 lbs, with a British/Guyanese background, she looked like an aerobicized, teenage version of Halle Berry.
We were both intelligent risk-takers. She was finishing her firs... Continue»
Yup, in a Church - True Story
Carmen and I had only been seeing each other for a couple of months. So, she acted a bit surprised when I invited her to my f****y reunion. In retrospect her reaction made sense. We hadn't even met each others' parents and here I was inviting her to a f****y reunion. Well, this was not just some yearly event, but rather a massive once-in-a-lifetime reunion with second cousins from over-seas that I had never met myself, along with every great-aunt and distant in-law that had ever sent me a Christmas card. But she was a trooper, and it endeared me to her as ... Continue»
Porn Star Experience - True Story
Carmen was working on her PhD and had all the charming intrigue of a librarian. She was mousey and wore glasses, but she kept fit and enjoyed live music and a good bottle of wine. Being a graduate student, she had a very high IQ and was very polite in conversation. However she was a bit socially awkward, and had the style sense of... well... a librarian. Nonetheless, she had a pretty face and I could tell she had a firm, slim body hidden under her less-than revealing and completely un-stylish clothes.
I met Carmen on a dating site. After a couple... Continue»
This is a true story. It might not get you off, but I hope you find it interesting.
The night had come to an end. I had drank my fill and was on my way home from the bar. My drinking buddy lived near-by and suggested a late-night toke before we called it a night, so I tagged along. As we laughed about idiots that we worked with, I pulled out a cigarette. As I sparked up my smoke, a slim girl in her late twenty's ran up to me. She had crazy written all over her. But all she wanted was a cigarette.
Living in the city, you get pretty tired of the constant barrage of beggars and pan-h... Continue»