You know what happened to me the other night? I went out drinking with Jill, a
friend of mine, and we ran into some guys we know. We sat around drinking and
talking for a long time. I don’t drink much, and after a while I was really,
really drunk and feeling funny. I suspect that there was something potent
other than alcohol in that drink. I asked Jill to take me home, but she asked
me to wait. In a few minutes I realized that I couldn’t move a muscle, not
even to open my eyes. Jill looked at me and said, “Oh, shit! Karen’s passed
out cold. Well, I’ve got to take her home. Help me get her to the car.”

Jill wasn’t exactly sober herself. She wasn’t far from joining me collapsed in
a chair. I was hoping she wouldn’t try to drive, but I didn’t want to stay
here. Finally one of the guys suggested that they drive us home. One guy
would take Jill’s car and take her home. The other guy would take me home in
his van, then drive over to pick up his friend. Had Jill not been drunk, she
wouldn’t take these strangers up on their offer, but not wanting to wake up her
brother to come get us, she agreed. I didn’t like this idea, but I had no way
of expressing my opinion. (more…)

Marty Carlson couldn’t believe his eyes. He had only been
working as waterboy for The Longhorns, the football team of
Leland College, for two daysnow, after Coach Keeley allowed
him to work of his required physical education credit by
working maintenance for the team. Two hours a day with all
those naked, sweaty jocks, peeling off dirty, grass-stained
uniforms for Marty to take to the laundry hamper as they
snapped wet towels at each other’s asses, asses hairy and
smooth, thick and muscular or trim and tight bulging out of
the back of their white jockstraps which, in the front, held
firm, full baskets of prime meat which Marty had to restrain
himself from reaching out and grabbing. He had been trying
not to be too obvious in his admiration of the player’s
muscular torsos and especially the showers full of
glistening soapy studs much like the one he was staring into
right now (from the back of an adjoining stall several rows
of lockers down, through the reflection from the overhead
mirror that ran the length of the locker room). (more…)

Mike is somewhat shy and quiet. He is married to Betty, a
vivacious, outgoing girl who likes to flirt with other men. When
they go to parties together, Mike usually winds up being
something of a wallflower while Betty disappears into the crowd.

Mike was actually enjoying himself. He couldn’t believe it.
Normally, he didn’t particularly like parties. He went because
his wife liked to go and he usually wound up in a small group
talking while his wife disappeared on the dance floor. But
tonight Mike was enjoying himself. (more…)

I married a wonderful, secure, attractive man, whom I adore. I also adore
having my pussy eaten, and unfortunately, my husband, who not normally a
picky eater, stops one step short of hair pie. No matter how I cleansed myself
or how much I would suck his cock, he would simply and without further
discussion refuse to slide his tongue into my love nest. I have a very good
girlfriend who loves to give me excellent head, although I do not consider
myself a lesbian and have never gone down on her. One day, while she was
munching away between my thighs, I let it slip that Ken, my husband, had never
experimented with oral sex on me. Debbie was aghast, and she told me she would
help me formulate a plan to remedy the situation. (more…)