This is part of an ongoing story over multiple Categories with common characters. ***** "Ding!" Who's texting me this early in the morning? Oh hell, Cyndee. Cyndee – "Thanks for turning me on to Lori. She's awesome." Me – "Good. You work things out?" Her – "Yes! I can move in here ASAP." Move in here? Me – "Great. Let me know if I can help." Her –...
I woke up the next morning feeling inexplicably sad. My sleep-clouded brain couldn't comprehend this feeling of impending doom and then I remembered. I kissed Bryson. A sentence that should be said with excitement, except he had ruined it by hiding behind his supposed heterosexuality. Here's a hint, Bryson: Straight guys don't kiss other guys that intimately...
Prelude A soft, warm breeze blew in through the open veranda doors, causing the sheer curtains to billow into the room like puffy white clouds in the twilight. The breeze made me shudder as it caressed the thin film of sweat that coated my body. The movement of my body made Ben stir a bit against me. I was still impaled upon his cock. It had started going f...
Scottie looked down at the glass he was holding in his hand, bored. He didn't know why he let Amanda and JENNY convince him to go out to the bar. They knew that it wasn't his scene, but he let himself be convinced that he should come out to the bar with the whole team. Rossi, JENNY, Ricci, Callum, Amanda, Richardson, and Scottie were all at the bar, but the...
Chris invited me over to his house to help out with the engineering club he was mentoring. He told me to come over a couple of hours before the meeting and he would go over how a typical meeting would go. He said the college kids were the type that were really smart, but didn't have much experience with girls, so they were a little shy. Chris said that since...
When I returned from putting myself back together after experiencing the pile, I found Brian sitting primly at the Bourbon Street Pub's bar, apparently no worse the wear from the poundings he'd gotten from the manrammer and the Jamaican's own rammer and playing kissy face with yet another shorts-only dude. I pushed the dude off Brian with a "this one's mine"...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who...
"I'm sorry, what was that you just said, Mrs. Pettington?" What a tiresome woman. I had just now been distracted from listening to her by the way she snapped her fingers at Kisula and then gave him a distasteful look when he refilled her coffee cup. "I said, Mr. Woolston, that I hardly think we need worry about these rumblings from the tribal huts. England...
"You are such a little slut," Jess giggled to me as my eyes rolled over her father's ass. It was her sister's wedding, and we were stuck in some rec centre with no air in the middle of Scarborough on a hot summers day. To pass the time we were playing the family edition of our favourite game: Who Would You Fuck? Jessica and I had met at university and hit i...
When I'd told Mother about me moving in with Jesse, she didn't ask why or beg me to stay. I got a congratulatory smile and a promise that she'd pay my share of the rent. Fine with me—I quit being sore weeks ago. She offered to pay Jesse's share, as well, since she liked him so much. But he respectfully declined, saying that the work keeps him grounded. What...