After her third drink, Heather was feeling a really nice buzz and she decided she felt like dancing. She ventured out onto the dance floor, and in no...time at all was surrounded by several guys (and a couple of girls). Each one was vying for her attention, trying to hit on her, grind up against her, and do a lot of other things that Heather probably wouldn’t have allowed them to do, if it weren’t for the liberating effects of alcohol.Heather had danced to a few songs when she heard a familiar. He got me a drink from the small cabinet in the corner. I tookit and sipped, then asked "Do you mind if I have a cigarette?" No problem," he said, obviously pleased that I had to an extentsettled. I opened the pack carefully with my long nails and litit, relaxing just a little. I sipped my drink again."We should introduce ourselves maybe, I'm David. Look, if youlike I could give you a lift, we could avoid those guys forsure." Was he fishing, trying to find where I lived? Surely not,he was older. But it got me so worked up, so into the fantasy, that I had to copy and paste it. This story really speaks to how much I feel like I've become cock obsessed. I want this to happen to me."Cum in my mouth. Yeah, shoot your load in my mouth. Let me swallow your cum" I repeated to myself as I jerked my cock rhythmically. The movie on the screen showed a guy sucking cock and swallowing cum. I had edged my 6" cock multiple times and was sitting at my computer table muttering to myself in bliss when I. The captain of the volleyball team, she towered over me. She filed in now, eased her lanky frame into the seat, stretching her toned muscles, undoing her ponytail and letting her unnaturally silky corn-blonde hair fall free. She turned to another girl and whispered something, eyelashes flickering over her cornflower-blue eyes, cute nose and mischievous smile outlined in profile, ignorant of my stare. I scribble in a small notebook I'm holding open under my desk: "Marisa, I love you. Hold me in.