Texting with Ursula8:43 PMI can’t believe you’re leaving town tomorrow!Right?Thanks for helping move my things into storageAnd letting me crash on your couch tonightAnytime :)I’m glad we can still be friendsMe tooETA?Maybe an hourFunny coincidenceClub Velour’s monthly gangbang event is...

All Hands On Deck: September 6, 1987

"“Lemme suck your dick,” Wanda said, revealing her tantalizing tits. “Forget packed with peanuts; I want my mouth packed with penis.”"

“So wait—how are we gonna make this fair?” Brandi interrupted, shaking her coal-black hair. “We don’t want it to be like gym class where somebody feels like shit for being chosen last.”“We could write each guy’s name on a slip...

Chapter 21: November 11th, 1926

"After closing a major real estate deal in Florida, our gang opens some new doors."

Clad in a dress that was equal parts filigreed plate mail and diaphanous billows of silk, Astrid Qvistsjö knelt on the carpeted floor of her first-class compartment and bobbed her head to the relentless rhythm rising up from below.Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack....

#12: Fire Tiger

"100 words, 100% true!"

Her emerald eyes widen in disbelief. “You took three Viagras last night?”“Well, they’re low-dose. I could’ve taken five.”“Five? What are they, children’s aspirin?”I suck her dynamite tits and manhandle her hot pussy until she climaxes, before getting my dick involved....

#10: Apricot Tart

"100 words, 100% true!"

Sucking her pale nipples, stretching them taut—“Harder.”Clamping my teeth behind my lips, biting down—“Harder!”Grazing my wrist against her sunburst stubble, rubbing her juicy slit—“Oh, yeah.”Burying my face in her sweet pussy—“You can be a little rougher down there,” she gasps.Banging...

#9: Pump and Dump

"100 words, 100% true!"

We agreed on being friends with cuddles but occasionally revert to friends with benefits.“I’m not horny anymore,” she admits, “But I know I said we’d have sex tonight.”“So…”“You can do a pump and dump,” she smirks.Mounting her missionary style, I...

Spiked!

"“Want to make us some spiked eggnog?” “Sure. What should I spike it with?” “Oh, anything. Surprise me.”"

As we drive along the mighty Columbia past a small pink shack called Hot Cups, she turns to face me with a twinkle in her green eyes. “Have you ever been to one of those bikini barista coffee carts?”“No, I...