I had a boss named Harry. My first conversation with him was about how he had lived in a dozen countries and was planning his…
Everything and the The Bathroom Sink
I had a boss named Harry. My first conversation with him was about how he had lived in a dozen countries and was planning his…
Deezy Productions Presents: “Friday Night” <—- Listen Here Who doesn’t like music? I workout to music. I wash my dishes to music. I get my…
My name is Danielle and I turned 27 two days ago. So far, I am much enjoying this age. My back creaked a little yesterday…
Beating the Line The bathroom situation in the teacher’s lounge consisted of adjacent men’s and women’s rooms. I’m pretty sure the decision to make…
Our Thursday is approaching her two year birthday! Or is it three? Not important… Since her inception she has been screaming passionately and loudly as her growing pains shape and define her. Two years ago I didn’t even know if she was a she or a he but it’s all too apparent now as she slides her silky smooth hands all over our bodies. I must thank the authors for her blossoming identity as it is their tireless efforts and unique personalities that have caressed her buxom bossom to heave ever grandeur. And to that end I would like to introduce three new “stimulators” of her, Our Thursday.
I never had any attractive teachers during my school years. My third grade teacher Mrs. Holden doesn”t count. I don”t even think I got boners…
Howdy all. My name is Dave Glenn. This is officially my first post on Our Thursday. I hope you enjoy my stories… This happened about…
If you live in southern California chances are you’ve crossed over the border into Tijuana, Mexico. I’ve crossed a handful of times, always a crazy…
You might bump into me at your local mall, grocery store, or disco and instantly discover the one thing that makes me naturally different from…
I stared at my hairy stomach spilling over the blue and green sequins one piece I had just wiggled into. On paper, this seemed like a good idea. Now, not so much. I always hated those douchebags that thought they were being funny by dressing up as girls for Halloween and now, here I was, one of them. I put on the long red wig, padded my sea shell bra and squinted at my reflection in the mirror, trying to calculate how many drinks it would take for me to sleep with myself. For a second, I thought about calling the whole thing off and claiming a fever or a stomach flu. “It’s funny,” I told myself, forcing a smile onto my face. “It’s funny because its part of a theme . . it’s funny because you’ll be with other guys doing the same thing . . . it’s funny because . . . its funny.” Just as I had started to convince myself that everything was going to be fine, I caught a glimpse of my backside which set my confidence level back to zero. “If you don’t find it funny, no one is going to find it funny,” I said to myself, annoyed with my own anxiety. “It’s fucking funny dude, now stop looking at yourself and lets go.”