Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) CHAPTER THREE Max proved himself a practical man. He noticed first that a double bed would never work for us. Two men my size at 180 pounds (much less if one had 40 pounds more muscle), would never fit comfortably on the double. Also, as he pointed out, we wouldn't remain in the apartment due to what he referre...
"Edwin Thomas," the ambassador said. "Minister of Agriculture, Fisheries and Health." The man he was introducing was a tall, gunmetal-skinned man in his early 50s. He was making the introduction because I had recently arrived in this former British colony in the Caribbean and I was a fairly well-known retired farmer and local politician from the UK. I had ac...
Episode 2: Joey Does Nobody Disclaimer: Although ages are not stated, all characters are intended to be 18 and over. This story is based in a world where STIs don't exist and women merely exist for comic relief and breeding purposes so please fuck responsibly and respect women. Lexxie =) * It feels good to be back in my old dorm room. Then I look acros...
NOTE: The students represented are all of 18 years of age. The classroom is a senior level course and is populated by all students of senior level education (18yrs) WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! Remember that this is a work of fiction and should not be ta...
Let's see. How do the lyrics go? The bitch is hot, he's ready to thrill, So give him inches, and fuck him well. My version of the tune, of course. Don't tell the Scorpions. Time for a break from our cross-country rumble. For the guys, it's a piss break, or a fuck break, or just any fucking kind of break they want. We're off the interstate now, though not...
The place smelled like tetanus. Blindfolded, naked, and pretty much tied to a pillar, smell was all I had to go on. There were other scents—urine, sweat, dust—but mostly I smelled rust and burnt metal. I figured that meant an abandoned factory. Great. Like there weren't a few dozen of those in this Rust Belt suburb of Chicago. I couldn't hear anything except...
I feel the need to continue my story. As I indicated, there have been many sexual experiences since my first with Bruce Crawford, but I would like to recount a few memorable ones that continued my path to being a total cum slut whore. Yes, I became addicted to cock so much so that I felt the desire to suck as many cocks as I could. I began to gain a reputati...
Guys, thanks for your comments. I have some new ideas to try in you which I hope you'll like. Please keep those cards and letters coming! ---------------------------------------------- After rooming with Tan for a few weeks, I was getting somewhat used to meeting his expectations. Apparently, his parents insisted on having a spotless home and Tan, raised...
Somehow, I ended up at a birthday celebration with my cousin, Susan, who had actually been invited. Her "boyfriend" couldn't attend, so she asked me to be her companion for the night. It was a casual event but classy. A band played soft jazz and some people danced around while the bulk of the celebrants mingled around the pool area. There was soft lighting...
The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. I surveyed the chamber for the upcomi...