Charli

“So then you wake her back up!” Charli’s pale gray eyes are pinching tight, judging me with their harsh scrutiny, “You’re ridiculous. You chat this girl up, you get her to bed, and then don’t fuck her. What the fuck, Scott.” “She was drunk!” I yell, repeating my protest. Charli’s good at getting my blood boiling. “So? You coulda done whatever you wanted to her. She would have loved it. I could see it in her, and I know girls like that, she was into you.”

Britney

I pull her arm away, look closer. “In what world do you think it’s acceptable to turn yourself into a slut?” I reach out, pinch her nipple before she can block me. I feel the metal barbell, pluck on it, pull on it, watch her tit bounce.

Liz

“I mean, what do you do once you’ve got the girl tied up? Vicky did it once, had a guy tie her to the bed. Then they just had sex. She got a cramp and couldn’t move. Sounds weird, right? I’m kind of curious, though, what does it feel like? Sometimes I lay there at night, thinking about it. I kind of want to try it, just once, right?"

Erica, continued

“Huh?” Her and I didn’t have any memories. Except... oh yes. Of course. When I banged her bent over the balcony rail at my house and pumped her full of cum. My cock twitched. “Oh.”

The Science Project

Right now, though, I was feeling the buzzing tickle throughout my body, especially in my, err... well, erogenous areas. I was becoming aroused. But I clenched my teeth and hid it.

Trick or Treat (Summer Break #5)

"Come over here and grab my ass, find out if I’m wearing underwear under this ridiculous thing.” She opened Mark’s freezer and leaned down to grab some ice, her skirt riding up up up. “Maybe you’ll discover my new piercing when you’re down there, pervert.”

Kristi & the Robot

The robot’s tentacles moved along the back of her neck and scalp, down her arms, running trails down her back. No, wait, Kristi realized, the original tentacles were still on her shoulders, but the number of appendages coming from the robot had increased, and she was being massaged at many points at once. What human masseuse could top that? All those tentacles on that robot, kind of weird, she thought, but also kind of a good thing.

Shopping

The Madame picked up a folder from a traditional oak desk. Her back to me even briefly, I noted her tight pants, the shape of her ass, the hem line of her panties beneath. When she turned I quickly averted my gaze. She took a seat on a lounge chair across from me, and said, “It’s not about trust, it’s just that attitudes towards sex can be intensely personal. It’s unusual that our clients don’t want to ... inspect our products themselves.”