Digital Playground
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It was just another lifeless day at the office as I rummage through piles of paperwork the size of mountains and working on a computer that is so antiquated, sometimes I think that cave dwellers used this computer. It seems like my stress level is at an ‘all time high’, my nerves are almost to the point of being ‘comfortably numb’ and my mental status is at the brink of making Von Gogh look fairly sane. Suddenly, my phone rings and at the other end of the line was my boss requesting me to...
Dear ISS readers, This is Rajesh () from Chennai…This is my first post in ISS so please bear my mistakes Here’s a true story of mine, somewhere in the year of 2011, when I was pursuing my engineering. Our college was located in the outskirt of Chennai, and the final year students had to do an engineering project, and to prepare the project for every little thing we had to visit Chennai around 100 Kms from our college location. So normally we used to go early morning and come back late in the...
Rory’s heart, however, may have skipped a beat. She stepped over to an unclaimed ottoman and lightly sat down, still watching the tattooed man in the corner. She assumed a more demure posture, putting off a “sub†vibe, in hopes of attracting a more dominant man. In previous Playground encounters, Rory had found that some men were either too intimidated by her or by her needs, and couldn’t live up to her expectations. Tonight, she really needed to find someone who could. [This story is part 3 of...
ExhibitionismFinally, construction was complete, and just about every tried it out... for the first few months. Then gradually, kids became bored with it. The track started to grow over in places, and me and my friends found a great spot half way around the track to build a secret hide out. It offered a perfect, discreet view of the uneven bars. My mates and I used to hide out there and watch the girls swing upside down. Unless we made a sound, teachers and students didn't even know we were there. ...
He had been wanting to fuck her for three years. She was hot in the way Moms are hot. That sounds dismissive, but it wasn't, not to him. It was celebratory. She wasn't a twenty-something waif-thin hottie, she wasn’t a MILF, she wasn’t a model, she wasn’t a cartoonish divorcee on the prowl. She was just a single Mom, maybe a little prettier than the others, at least in his eyes. She had dark, alluringly unkempt hair and sea green eyes. Her ample hips curved deliciously into a trim torso before...
Straight SexThe person in front of them appeared to wave at someone behind him, and at least two others appeared at his side in a moment. Cade felt three bodies pressing in toward him, and a hand, from somewhere, extended to stroke his growing dick. Another reached from behind to caress his lower abdomen. With a thrill, he felt someone’s erection press against his right buttock. Why did he find that so hot? [This story is part 2 of 3 the Playground 51 miniseries, but each can be read in any order.] The...
GroupThis is an account of something my girlfriend and I did when we were in High School. I was 19, she was 18 at the time. Graduation was a couple weeks away and both of us wanted to "celebrate". So we had decided to do something we would both remember. It had to be something special. She came up with the idea to go to a abandon school she knew about. It was going to be torn down and had not been in use for a couple of years. She suggested that we go there and put the playground equipment for an...
Playground Sweeties Oh how I loved those playground sweeties and I don’t mean their little daughters either. Young children have young mothers, generally. Being a single parent I took every opportunity to visit all of the parks in our town. For a small out of the way community we had four places for our children to play. The elementary school had a very nice solid wooden play gym, the high school had a nice field to run around on, and the main Community Park had a bunch of slides and...
This is a true story. It is also my first story ever written. So any advice is welcomed! Thank you! It was the summer and I was 16. My boyfriend and I had broken up about a month before and I was still pretty upset. My friend Krista suggest we have a Girls' Night, and invited me over to her house. She lived in a small one bedroom apartment with her aunt who was never there. I agreed and was excited to pig out on junk food and watch girl empowerment movies! The night started out just as planned!...
TabooUnder the moonlight, he was able to see through her translucent white flowing dress. He saw her slender hour glass figure, thin yet alluring as she stood against the light a deserted children’s play ground, talking about her missed childhood, and her dream. She looked very pretty, too pretty indeed to fuck. So, he sat beside the see saw, and stopped her swing. Without much hestitation, he slid his hands from under her knees, into the white dress and up her groin area. This made her...
It was the first week of January. I got an email from this girl named Carrie. She was extremely horny and I was the only guy she knew that could give her what she needed. Carrie and I had met on Craigslist and hooked up a few months before. She's a big girl and a technical virgin. She claims she's never had vaginal sex, but she loves anal. Our first encounter hadn't gone as well as I had liked. On top of her anal-only policy, which was new to me, she also had a thing for outdoor sex. We had met...
Jasmine laid out on the chaise longue, feeling the sun beating down on the deep bronze of her skin. There was a full suite of tanning beds inside the spa, but the rare break in the Pacific Northwest cloud cover meant that she had to take full advantage of it while she could. Thick, raven mane fanned out behind her head in like shimmering black silk, she adjusted her oversized tortoiseshell sunglasses, and closed her eyes. The curvaceous MILF could feel the sweat beginning to bead on her...
Introduction: playmate at playground She showed up at the playground, when I first noticed her. My toddler daughter was playing on the structure with the ropes and slide and stuff right in the middle of the place and there was an older girl, probably of middle school age by the look of her, tall and thin with long dark hair running along with my daughter and playing right along, the two girls made good company together. After a while it was time to leave. The Florida heat was pretty intense...
Hannah caught Jade’s eyes and held them, then turned her gaze out over the river, both their bodies facing the edge of the bridge while people passed by behind them. Without a word, Hannah’s hand brushed against Jade’s thigh. Jade sighed involuntarily, sinking against her soft touch. Hannah leaned over, whispering in Jade’s ear “I need to touch your pussy now”. Jade caught her breath as Hannah’s hand traced slowly, further up her inner thigh. She looked around, people continued to walk...
I went to a really poor city school, the kind that had a library full of books without covers and tiles so old they were cracked and half missing. Well one day in fall, early November, during recess I managed to get away from anyone without getting beaten up or teased by anyone. I snuck off to the side of the building, in a little nook between the brick wall and the brick fence that separated the front of the school from the playground/lot. I wanted to finish reading Scary Stories to Tell...
I cried out, not because it hurt, but because it was so good.I never wanted it to end.It was my first time, and it was perfect.I wanted to yell, 'don't stop, don't stop,' but I couldn't speak.He slowed down, sped up, then changed the angle a little bit. He pressed his arms down into the mattress, so he was doing sort of a half push-up on top of me and started rocking into me, different, harder, even better."Lick," he said. He had his thumb near my mouth.I licked it. He reached in between us and...
I remember Mr. J. saying discretion was essential. Well, not like I had much to tell.Except about Evan. But who would I tell, Bevvie? No way. She didn't even know the name of this place, and I was sure going to keep it that way.Besides, if I mentioned his name I would probably blush red from my neckline to the roots of my hair. I would never tell anybody this, but he was entering my thoughts pretty often at random times. And they weren't PG thoughts either. Not that I would have any idea what...
She sat opposite me sipping her tea, the tracks of her tears still evident on her cheek. "I'm sure things will be ok," I tried to re-assure. "I don't know, this time he's gone too far," fresh tears left her eyes. It was painful for me to watch her like this. I had loved her for so many years, from the first time I saw her on the school playground. Her husband of just two years was fooling around with some slut he had picked up in a pub. "It's not that I wouldn't do anything he...
As the ferry ploughed on through the fog, Nate's phone buzzed again. He slipped it out of his jacket pocket; the second-to-last bar winked out, as they had been doing steadily since departing from the terminal. Jessie: i miss u He thumbed past the lock. i miss u too. i can't believe i have to do this. Jessie:its ok. just try to have a good time!!!! :-) middle of nowhere. not even any signal out here :-( this place better have wifi. i'll text u when i get there. Message not delivered....
People have this totally wrong image of depraved porn addicts. They think we’re just a bunch of humorless creeps jerking off in dank basements, our only utterances the primal grunts and groans of men, little more than apes, caving in to their basest desires. Well, those people have never heard me cranking it to the parody pornos over at Digital Playground. That shit is sexy and laugh-out-loud hilarious.Parody scenes can be a quick and easy way for porn studios to cash in on current trends....
Premium Porn Parody SitesINDOOR GAMES Copyright (C) 2008 - 2009, Daedalus This story contains what is known as "transgender material". It does *NOT* contain any elements of m/m, s/m, b/d, humiliation, pain, or anatomically detailed descriptions of sexual acts. If this lack offends you, do yourself a favour and read no further. All characters and situations described herein are fictional and any resemblance to any real or fictional persons or events is purely coincidental. The story may be freely...
DOGGING IN THE PLAYGROUND This story goes back a couple of years and tells you how my dog walking business led me to wanking and cumming on a group of schoolgirls. First a bit of background. Following a divorce that led me to be being screwed, I ended up in a big city in a little flat with very little money. However a stroke of luck, namely compulsory redundancy, gave me enough money to buy a small house in a little village a long way from where my ex wife lived,but near enough to visit my...
I saw her at school every day, waiting in the playground while picking up the kids from school. We had made eye contact often, and she would give me a slutty smile every time. She had long black hair, stunning blue eyes, full sexy lips and a hot little body. She liked to dress in clothes that showed off her perfect tits, pert and firm, with nipples that always seemed to be hard. She never wore a bra. I often fantasized about fucking those gorgeous tits when I saw her. She never failed to make...
I saw her at school every day, waiting in the playground while picking up the kids from school. We had made eye contact often, and she would give me a slutty smile every time. She had long black hair, stunning blue eyes, full sexy lips and a hot little body. She liked to dress in clothes that showed off her perfect tits, pert and firm, with nipples that always seemed to be hard. She never wore a bra. I often fantasized about fucking those gorgeous tits when I saw her. She never failed to make...
Quickie SexUnder the moonlight, he was able to see through her translucent white flowing dress. He saw her slender hour glass figure, thin yet alluring as she stood against the light a deserted children's play ground, talking about her missed childhood, and her dream. She looked very pretty, too pretty indeed to fuck. So, he sat beside the see saw, and stopped her swing. Without much hestitation, he slid his hands from under her knees, into the white dress and up her groin area. This made her...
TabooThis level of nothingness, no sound, no sight, no touch... It's a unique kind of nothingness. You hear nothing, but it's too little noise to even be called silence. You see nothing, but it's not pitch black or any colour at all. It's just nothing. You feel nothing, but it's not the kind of numbness you'd feel under anesthesia. It's really nothing. You don't really know how long you've been here. Or, well, if 'here' even counts as a here. This anti-location, you can only describe it as existing...
Mind ControlShe’ll be sadly missed. I remember it all... Like it was yesterday. Growing up, I was large for my age, slightly taller, definitely heavier than my classmates. I had an attitude and always seemed to get in fights with the older students. Going into high school I was a bully and always in trouble it seemed. Mom and dad put up with my crap for several years. They were always talking to me about school and going to college. Mom tried several things to settle me down, mainly talk....
"Hey there, you ok?" he asked with concern. Sophie's bottom lip trembled slightly as she nodded. The man had dark hair that was combed back, dressed in a high priced suit. Eye's the color of a stone with a stern deep, yet gentle, voice. "Well good, don't cry now. You're too pretty to be sad." He ran his thumb over her cheek and grinned at her before pinching her nose. "I've got your nose! Oh no!" he pulled his hand back, pretending to keep her nose. Sophie gasped as her small...
After a while it was time to leave. The Florida heat was pretty intense and with the clouds building up all day, it was about time for the regular afternoon monsoon. Lightning flashed high up in distant nimbus cloud columns while gathering our playthings, the other little girl being nearby and helpfully picked up also. “Thanks for hanging out with Alyssa,” I started, “you are guys really play together well. What’s your name?” “ Ronnie,” she told me as we started to walk out of the...
After a while it was time to leave. The Florida heat was pretty intense and with the clouds building up all day, it was about time for the regular afternoon monsoon. Lightning flashed high up in distant nimbus cloud columns while strapping my child into the stroller, the other little girl being nearby and helpfully gathering our playthings. “Thanks for hanging out with Alyssa,” I started, “you are really good with little kids. What’s your name?” “ Ronnie,” she told me as we started...
With intent of surprising you I quietly open front door and slip inside. The house is very quiet making it difficult to sneak up on you. Making my way through the house coming to the kitchen door finding you standing in front of the window staring out. Sunlight coming through the window makes your light blue sun dress transparent. Unaware of my presence, I enjoy the pleasure of viewing your voluptuous body exposed by the bright light of the sun. While watching desire and passion begin to rise....
[Note: This is part short story and part therapy session. The events here are certainly fictionalized to a great degree, but they are based on a very real life experience – one that I am not entirely proud to announce is mine. As I was saying to a Lush friend yesterday, sometimes when I reminisce about past sexual exploits it’s to unpack things about myself that I’m not so sure about. Never fear, though, dear reader. Your task is not to cure me. It is but to observe and, I hope, enjoy.] ‘What...
This is a true story. It is also my first story ever written. So any advice is welcomed! Thank you! It was the summer and I was 16. My boyfriend and I had broken up about a month before and I was still pretty upset. My friend Krista suggest we have a Girls’ Night, and invited me over to her house. She lived in a small one bedroom apartment with her aunt who was never there. I agreed and was excited to pig out on junk food and watch girl empowerment movies! The night started out just as...
It's one of those days. You know the ones, where the sky is just overcast enough to let in some light, but somehow it feels like there's a grey tint to everything? The days when you walk around with a knot in the pit of your stomach, where it feels like everything's on edge, like the whole world is full of tension, ready to pop? Ya, one of those days. But even with these days, we keep on keeping on. That's been your motto for most of your life, and it hasn't been easy. Your dad died in an...
FetishJack Shaw was a standout collegiate athlete, poised for the professional ranks in either football or baseball. At 6'5" 215 pounds of chizzled manlyness he was wetting the tongues of every professional team from coast to coast. A left hander, he threw in the low 90's and was a lock to be a pitcher in the minor leagues. The Phillies had even offered him a 1.2 Million dollar signing bonus if he would have committed to them after his Junior Season. But the humble country boy from Kansas, a farmer's...
This time, it was totally my fault. But who could blame me? Cute as hell 19 year old in need of some help, and what kind of Goddess would I be if I didn't come to the aid of a hottie in need?It had taken some time, many emails and text messages were exchanged before I finally had the chance to meet the smoking hot 19 year old I had been chatting to about a Bucket List he had. I fit the criteria to scratch two items off that list, but the usual time constraints of my life held up the process...
My friend from high school and I have a Friday tradition of going for drinks at a tiny little bar halfway between our apartments, and we try to aim to get there as early as we can. A typical Friday involves me leaving work and driving straight to Boytoy's apartment, starting the weekend off right by getting that huge cock into me. A 'quickie' with him is never a five minute frantic fuck though, no matter how little time I might say I have, he always takes his time and makes full use of a...
It wasn't my fault!My big mouth really gets me into trouble sometimes. Not because I get lippy or sassy (well I do, but in the proper context), but just because I share information that I probably shouldn't. Like mentioning to my boytoy that I'm not wearing panties under my jeans at work, naturally that's going to lead to me being pinned against the quarter panel of an SUV with his fingers pressed against my clit. Not to say I wouldn't have ended up that way anyway, it's just far more likely...
It was a funny story really. I had met one guy in a random hookup with a great cock, and talking to him afterwards, he told me about a friend of his who he played with on occasion. I wholeheartedly agreed, I had always wanted a MMF, one where both cocks were there for me. We almost did it, but I ended up having to work late, and then the timing just never lined up again...A couple of weeks later, I'm on a social networking site and start chatting to a guy. Through course of conversation, it...
Let me start by saying - It wasn't my fault! But I loved it...My day was carrying on as it usually does, detailing and construction, making vehicles beautiful and eyefucking hot contractors. Shortly after lunch, I peeked at my phone, as it is the only reliable timepiece nearby, and I noticed that one of my playmates had sent me a message. I replied when I was able, and as we agreed that I owed him a blow job, I offered to come by that evening and deliver one. I got home from work, and as is...
I'm very fortunate to work with a great bunch of people, and I'm never more so reminded of this then when we all get together for a staff party. Now I know what you're thinking, speeches and handshakes and pats on the back, what a great year its been for the business and how we're all going to strive to make the next year even better, blah blah blah. Fuck that, that's not how we do it. Some people dress up, others are in jeans and their old hoodie, we have a great meal and then avail...
There was an eerie silence over the ground floor of the office building, he and I were the only ones there this late on a Saturday night, our footsteps in the hallway and the buzz of the lightbulbs in the Exit signs the only sounds. We chatted in whispers as we climbed a few flights of concrete stairs up to the third floor, down another hallway and into an office, closing the door behind us. Two large windows faced a parking lot so the room was illuminated without needing to turn the overhead...
I locked the doors to my work and headed out for what would be a night to remember. This was the first time that I would be able to see a band that I had loved so much for 5 years. There was a slight chill in the air as the wind rushed past my face, but otherwise it was a beautiful night. I was slightly embarrassed, I did not have time to change for the show, and I had worn something that I felt was conservative enough for work but ok enough to wear to a show.This would be my first time ever...
Evan. "Off with your shirt!" He whips my shirt off.Jean-Luc. "Off with your panties."Evan has to steady me. I'm wobbly. Jean-Luc pulls my underwear down very slowly. I step out of them. I'm still wearing my skirt. It's still tucked up in the waistband. I feel the cool breeze on my ass. I'm sweating, there's a breeze; I'm exposed. I shiver; it's not from the air.Evan comes around from in front of me. There's a moment's pause.Evan. "Niiiiiice."Slap."Whoa!" I jump.The slap wasn't hard. In fact, it...
I said good-bye again. Except then he was distracted by a phone call and when his back was turned I walked through the double doors with the other girls.I hadn't even really meant to do it. I just sort of...went with the flow. Which in this case was following the person in front of me.Into a sex club.Oh shit.The front room was hopping. There was a pulsing burgundy-red light strobing from the ceiling. The music was loud, the lyrics, 'marry her anyway', blasted over me, coming out slightly...
We laughed."I need to make a list, so I can check things off," I said. "Don't say Jesus Christ again.""Okay," Evan said."Vanilla sex," I said holding up a finger."Oral sex," Jean-Luc said."We did that," I said.He stared at me. They all stared at me."What?"They continued to stare."Oh," I said."All six of the basic positions," Jean-Luc said."What?""Girl on girl sex," Evan said."What!?"I looked from Jean-Luc, to Evan, to Heather. She shrugged. "I'm not sure she needs that.""She needs that," both...
"Commanding, powerful," he said. It sounded like he was having difficulty talking.How could he get any bigger inside me? But he did. I was sure of it. In perfect shade the heat increased, the leaves bending in toward us, drawn by his pull. "Primal."Everything became more vivid. The forest was on fire.He fisted one hand in my hair gently pulled my head back."Beautiful," he said, pressing every spot, inside and out, mentally and physically just right. I exploded.I convulsed around him. He kissed...
I felt like I was dying. Like I had the biggest ice cream brain-freeze headache, times 1,000, except better. Like the whole world was riding on our pleasure, our feelings, our joy.Then it exploded. A bar of peanut brittle shattered into a million, sharp, flying pieces.Then I could breathe better than ever before, although I'd never had a problem with that. The world was a safe, amazing, happy place.Thanks to Jean-Luc.I cuddled into him, my head on his chest. I chuckled."What?" he asked."I'm...
I crossed my arms over my chest. But hey, the funny choices did break up the tension."Here we go," he said.I also didn't know who sang this one, but her voice was soulful. "At last, my love has come along." Jean-Luc hugged me, and we swayed back and forth to the music. He hummed along to the melody. "My lonely days are over and life is like a song."He spun me around and dipped me, totally out of time with the music. I laughed."This music is pretty," I said."It's a classic.""Never heard it," I...
I wished I had casual clothes with me, but I didn't. We got dressed in record time. I took one last look around the hotel room."Jean-Luc, this was a really sweet thing to do for me," I said."Entirely self-serving," he said. "Come on."He drove fast. When we got to my neighborhood I was about to give him directions to my house when I realized he was driving me to Heather and Evan's. I had left my car there.He gave me a good-bye kiss."I'd like to go out with you again," he said. "I'll get your...
"This okay?" Jean-Luc asked.I nodded.We went in, and one of the doormen directed us to the restaurant. It was definitely the nicest restaurant I'd ever been in.Dinner was really nice. Turns out Jean-Luc was an advocate for the little guy, often helping k**s get medical treatments their health insurance companies didn't want to pay for."You don't defend r****ts and murders?" I asked jokingly."Not unless they're personal friends of mine," he joked back.Of course when he started asking me...
"Not yet?" he asked when I didn't answer immediately."Maybe in a minute," I said, when I got my breath back.Evan slowly ran his hands down Heather's sides, and back up to her breasts. The two of them together were lovely to watch. Breathtaking. Enchanting. In love, and lovely. I wanted that.Jean-Luc put his chin on the top of my head. "Beautiful aren't they?""Absolutely," I said.A thought occurred to me. "Is this why people like porn?""Hell no," Jean-Luc said. "This is nothing like...
"Hey," she said. "I'm Heather."She came over and gave me a quick hug."Marcy," I said."I made stir-fry beef and veggies for dinner," Heather said."Great.""So you're the new receptionist at Melody's.""Yup. But I've never been inside."They both looked at me with their eyes popped out a little.I shrugged and raised my hands up in a 'what can I tell you' gesture. "I peeked into the front room once, but it was empty.""You ever been there?" I asked Heather."Twice, but it's not my scene.""Oh."That was...
Even in my wildest fantasies, I never dreamed something like this could ever happen to me. Not that my fantasies were ever all that wild to begin with—but still—me, little, quiet, shy Marcy, in the midst of...Well, I should back up.It all started the week after high school graduation....I hugged the box I was carrying to my chest. It contained a small plant, a framed picture of the Dallas Cowboys (with signatures, thank you), a toiletry case, and two books.Fired, after one week as a secretary...
[Note: This is part short story and part therapy session. The events here are certainly fictionalized to a great degree, but they are based on a very real life experience - one that I am not entirely proud to announce is mine. As I was saying to a Lush friend yesterday, sometimes when I reminisce about past sexual exploits it's to unpack things about myself that I'm not so sure about. Never fear, though, dear reader. Your task is not to cure me. It is but to observe and, I hope, enjoy.] "What...
Straight SexDear Mr. Warthog, After reading one of your stories, I thought I would tell you a story about myself and my girl friend that I think you will appreciate. My name is Sarah and my friend's name is Jill. We are from Australia. Although quite liberal now, I wasn't always that way. I did learned, however, at an early age that I had the look that attracted men. At first I was embarrassed at the attention and really didn't know what to do about it. Later, I learned that a lot of nice things...
Over the summer off from school and their graduate studies, the girls each got part time jobs so they could build up some job experience and burnish their resumes. Kat became gofer for a small contract marketing company that helped get small businesses known in their marketplace. Edie’s summer work was for a web developer, where she helped two other people develop content for their clients’ websites. Amber became an intern in the information systems department of a local manufacturing company...
The light cutting through the bamboo shades finally settles on Beatrix Eden, waking her from her slumber. It is later than she usually gets up, but she is the boss and thus gets to decide when she starts her day. And today she isn’t in a hurry. Looking around the room, she can tell that her girlfriend, Danyelle, has not been home the night before. However, this isn’t unusual. Their relationship is open and they are both free to go out or even sleep with other people they chose to. And the...