Sharon and I have been married close to seven years now, and for the most part it's been great. The sex isn't as plentiful or varied as it was at first, but I gather that's par for the course. I've never felt the need to have sex with anyone else, unless you count Bruno. I consider myself completely straight, but a while back I bought a dildo (that's Bruno)...
8=> 8=> 8=> 8=> 8=> "As you can see, good sirs, I hold in my hand a solid object," the magician held a 12 inch long, 3 inch wide dildo in front of him, showing it to the audience; one white-gloved hand was holding it steady at the base while the other stroked up and down the phallus, rubbing on an even coating of lube. The large dildo was a deep, dark purpl...
Last fall, when I was starting my graduate studies at NYU film school, I found myself sexually frustrated and unhappy with the guys I was meeting. The sex was OK, but nothing really special. I think that's kind of understandable because, after all, we were mostly all in our early 20s and not very experienced. Plus, if I was to be really honest, the guys I me...
Gabe sat in his office, finishing up his work for the day. He had been at Bartley, Fitch and Meade for over two months and though he loved the work, Gabe felt that it was sometimes too much for him. He was going over the few accounts they had given him to review when his supervisor knocked on his open door. He looked up and smiled. "Hey, Paula." "Hey Gabe....
It had been a long night. I should probably gone home after spending the evening celebrating my birthday with my best friends, John and Travis, but one thing lead to another, and well, now here I am watching down the sketchiest street in town. Actually, I've just left a rather non-descript building on that sketchy street. In that building I saw, and partici...
Chapter 8: In a Grain of Sand The ride home gave me far too much time to think. About Sid and Alan. About boinking. I started to fret. What will finally happen when we get home? Will I chicken out? Can something that big fit into such as small hole? Even worse-- what if Sid changed his mind? Gravel crunching under the tires of Alan's Olds told me we'r...
Hello again, everyone! This story is Part II of my previous story, "Earning Danny," and it focuses on, and is narrated by Steven Price, Danny's closeted ex-boyfriend. If you read my first story, he needs no more introduction, but if you didn't, I suggest you do, or else a lot of this won't make much sense to you. :D Anyway, turning away from Danny and Jak...
It's not because I am under-endowed or anything. I can hold my own in that department, of which, back then, I got plenty of practice. But I hated showering after rugby. It may have been my conservative upbringing. I never even saw my older brother naked, despite sharing a bedroom with him. We were taught to wear undies at all times, even under our pyjamas as...
After my company moved our cubicle work space to a different part of the building, I lost my wonderful ergonomic chair in the shuffle. In only a week, my back was complaining severely, so I sought out the services of a masseuse. A co-worker gave me a recommendation that he highly regarded, and added as a side note that this man had a doctorate in physiology....
The boy was spreadeagled against the wall. Padded metal cuffs at his wrists, and upper arms, screwed directly into the white tiled wall, held them tightly above his head. More cuffs at his ankles, held him flat, stretched against the cold white ceramic. His head hung limply, tilted slightly to one side, chin resting on his chest. His youthfully handsome face...