I was against my office switching to an open floor plan from the very beginning, and I let everyone know it. I hit "reply-all" on every email Sandra from HR (whose bright idea the open floor plan was) sent asking for our opinions on the switch. At meetings, I argued passionately against it until I was told to shut up and sit down. Sandra always got up to wa...
Alas, this chapter is devoid of sex. The characters took over and insisted I get a bit of their stories out before they'd agree to hop back in the sack. I don't have readers to spare, so if you're looking for a quick rise (and aren't we all at times) feel free to skip this chapter and pick us up in Chapter 5. For those of you in for the long haul, I hope yo...
Big thanks to Melanie and Krista for their help, both creative and editorial, with this story. And thanks as ever to goddess9991 for her fine editing. *** "Hey, you alright?" said a voice from behind me. I recognized it as belonging to Nic, the younger and more obviously gay of the partners who owned the little seaside B&B on whose back patio I was pre...
I mentioned it briefly the other day that a friend of mine got in a bit of trouble with the law. It isn't too bad, he just drank a little too much and made some bad choices. Nobody got hurt and I don't think it is a 'habit' of his. I'm not going to defend his actions or decisions, he fucked up and he is more than paying for it. Perhaps because I am so disc...
"Go into Slut Mode." Chris said, like it was nothing. "Fuck me, please fuck me now. I need big dicks in me. Pound me hard, screw me deep." My consciousness receded and my mouth and body acted like a slut, just as ordered. My fingers had made it to my ass and I was shoving three in and out, forcing moans out. They dropped their pants and each moved to one...
'THE LEGEND OF THE HOUSE OF SHAME ...' Editor's Note: This terrifying manuscript is not offered as an authenticated document, neither is there any indication that its contents are anything other than the day-dreaming of a fantasist (indeed, at several points in the manuscript the anonymous narrator suggests that this is, in fact, the case). Nevertheless, th...
For fifteen years after the end of World War II, the British government retained conscription. Young men of eighteen were called up to serve two years National Service in the armed forces. Some guys were sent to fight in wars, some to defend the last turbulent outposts of the British Empire; I was sent to Germany where I got fucked bow legged. Of all the s...
This is the 8th installment of the Kyle Series. The Kyle Series is the true story of my first love. I appreciate all of the ratings, comments and feedback – good or bad. After Kyle splooged and Dave had gotten his fill of touching and tasting me we all laid on the bed sexually spent. I couldn't remember being more sexually satisfied. Dave got up and mutte...
The next couple of months flowed on smoothly enough. In addition to the items I brought back from New Orleans, I bought and scavenged enough other things to fully furnish the house. I had planned to keep everything minimal, but Chance insisted that I had to at least get a tv and a sofa for the living area. We had discovered a shared passion for Game of Thron...
Recap: By this point, Devante's pubes were covered in precum and his dick was throbbing. It was obvious that he could bust at any second. Spencer grabbed his dick again and started pumping. Moan after moan escaped Devante's mouth. Out of nowhere, Spencer leaned over and planted a kiss right on Devante's cheeks. Devante's whole body tensed up. As Spencer b...