Billy was skipping across campus, well not really skipping, guys don”t usually skip but he was walking so fast he gave the impression of skipping. As far as Billy was concerned he wouldn”t have called it skipping, he would considered it walking on air. It would have to be very warm air as his school is in the deep south and the cold just doesn”t seem to have the energy to go that far south. Billy is a sophmore, the name of the school is not important to our story. Billy continued on his walk to his dorm room on the day before the Thanksgiving break. Read more…
Adam Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
“***Have you ever wondered about those guys that run your favorite porn site? How did they get started? It all starts with a good plan***”
I should start out by telling you a little bit about myself. I am your average, everyday guy, who up until a year ago had a Nine to Five job in a large company. I had been at the company for almost ten years and had not even seen it coming. I came into work one morning to find the locks changed on my office, and a termination notice taped to the door. I look back on it now and realize how surreal it was. The day actually happened to be my ten-year anniversary, but instead of a gold watch, I got a pink slip. Read more…
Adam Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
It had been four years. Laura had been gone that long and it still seemed like yesterday to me. I am Bill. I was married to Laura for twelve years. Twelve wonderful and happy years. Then in one terrible blow it had ended. Laura had been taken from me by a stupid accident.
She had gone to the convenience store for a few things to finish off dinner. She would just be gone a few minutes. The next thing I knew a policeman was knocking at our door with our local minister. There had been an accident. Laura was gone. I can’t remember much after that. She had pulled out in front of a semi-truck. He couldn’t stop in time. Killed instantly they said. Read more…
Jay Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
I arrive home from work late in the afternoon, hot and sticky with sweat. I have been unable to think of anything, but stripping off my clothes and climbing into the shower for the last hour now, but then…it all changes as I see you.
You are asleep, on the bed. I know you always sleep naked and today is no exception. You have a very thin, white sheet covering your body, one long, naked leg exposed. I can see the peaks of your nipples poking through the cotton sheet, the line of your most intimate areas, barely covered, but no matter how many times I have seen you naked before, I cannot resist looking yet again. I gently begin to peel away the sheet, exposing first one beautiful breast and then the other. I desperately want to sink upon them, to take each rosy red bud in my mouth, to feel them stiffen beneath my tongue and to close my teeth around them. But…I don’t. I don’t want to wake you just yet…Slowly, I slip the sheet lower still, exposing your soft, flat tummy and your cute little belly button. Lower still I move, shivering in anticipation of the view of your wonderful little pussy. I take my time here. First, revealing the soft, hair-free skin of your lower abdomen and then, unable to resist any longer, your stunning, soft vagina. Read more…
Johnny Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
Playing in the ocean, the sun warming my face and shoulders, the soft breeze is refreshing. The waves break on my body. The to and fro, the push and pull of the water is almost sensuous, as if yearning for my body. The chill in the salt water is invigorating, stirring my blood, my well-being. I’m enjoying the challenge of the water’s resistance, the battle to stand my ground against the tide!
Then I submerge and relax, come up for air and ride a wave into the shore. When I stand and walk out of the water you are there with a towel, wrapping me up, holding me. The chilly morning air caresses us, bringing up goose bumps on our flesh. We walk, arms around each other, back to the house. I stay on the patio sitting on the bench swing and you bring out fresh, steaming coffee for us. We sit together listening to the waves; the “shhhh” sound of the water is soothing. The sea gulls drift over the air currents and call to each other of schools of fish as they dive for breakfast. The salt air and aroma of the coffee are enticing; the warmth of our bodies close to each other is so comforting. You put your arm around me and I lean against you resting my head on your chest. We feel so peaceful and happily content. Our senses are aroused by the sight of the early sunlight casting a shine on everything, the scents of our surroundings, the sound of nature’s songs of water and birds, the taste of fresh coffee. I love feeling the sweet pleasure of snuggling with you. Read more…
Ronald Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
The library had been pretty uneventful in the months following my encounter with the stranger in the stacks. Things were back to normal much to my dismay. The stacks were quiet and empty once again and I began working more at the front desk hoping to catch the stranger entering the library. I was sure I would catch some glimmer of recognition in his eyes and know instantly that it was him that afternoon. I thought maybe he had returned but was unable to find me. There are after all several floors to the library. My eyes jumped up as if by reflex every time someone walked through the entrance. Read more…
Jason Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
“My thanks for Cantdog for encourangement, suggestions, and help straightening out the curves. ”
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I let myself in with the key Gail had given me, and made my way upstairs to their apartment. I knew they wouldn’t be home yet, which made it stranger somehow. No matter how many times you’ve been in someone else’s flat, it’s never the same when you’re there on your own. I kicked off my wet shoes in the entrance hall, hastily burying them in the pile of boots and sneakers that had collected beneath the coat rack. What to do with the raincoat? No idea. Couldn’t leave it there. I balled it up and made a mental note to find a plastic bag in the kitchen. I’d stuff it into my backpack and hope for the best. Read more…
Ron Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
Callia grasped Delilah’s hand as they left the room they shared in the Golden Oak with Amakiir. Their soft giggles continued as they made their plans as they descended the stairs to the common room. They had planned to share a bottle of wine before making their way outside to meet up with Nathan. Callia smiled as she touched Delilah’s side and directed her to a table and called for the serving wench.
She moved the chairs as close together as she could and patted the seat, inviting Delilah to sit. Delilah obliged and soon the two were whispering softly between them, pressed close in an intimate pose. Callia handed the serving wench a few platinum coins when she delivered the bottle of the inn’s finest Elvish wine. She immediately popped the cork and went about pouring the delicately delicious elven spirit. Read more…
Ron Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
She sat in the sparkling white office in the scratchy, thin paper robe that they make everyone wear. Perched upon the barely cushioned table that sported a pair of metal torture devices that forces women to lie in the most completely vulnerable position, she waited for her turn with an unsympathetic doctor. Yes, Jodi could say without a doubt, that she hated getting her yearly pap smears.
They probed, poked and prodded, and worse, it didn’t even feel good while they did it. If this Dr. Chapman was anything like her last two doctors, he probably was an old wrinkly prune with a sadistic gleam in his eye. Read more…
Leon Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
First, let me start by saying that up until the events in this story, I was, by most accounts, a prude. I mean, sure, I had had lovers growing up, and I was by no means timid in bed. But I was raised by very stern parents who advised me that my body was mine and mine alone and I should only give it willingly to someone who loved me and treated me as I deserved to be treated. I took that advice to heart and have always been very selective in whom I let into my bed. As a result, more than one man has accused me of being a prude when I didn’t open my legs for him just because he bought me dinner and a movie. And the thought of a one-night stand has always frightened me to the point that I had never had one. Read more…
Johnny Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story