Chapter Sixteen - #TGIM Aidan sat at his desk, fired up his computer, and began browsing through his e-mails. Leaving aside the spam that seemed to find him no matter how hard he tried to keep it his inbox crap-free, a few social media notifications that he ignored since they just showed how happy some people were, and newsletters from online shops he only...
There he was again, his tight camo pants stretched over that hot bubble ass. Damn for someone who was so hot, it was too bad that he never got those filters that most people have that keep them from saying stupid things. Oh well, it was a judo class, so you can't expect Miss Manners behavior I guess. "Hey Shane, how are things going today" "Fuckin' asshol...
The next day I woke to find that I could barely walk from my workout. In particular, my thighs and ass were so sore and stiff so as to be almost immobile. As I waddled around the kitchen, Carlie arrived home from work. Carlie worked as a night-shift nurse and we generally saw eachother only in the mornings on days of the week that we both worked. "Hey Ba...
I met my friend Ivan because I bought my car from him. I liked him because he was so unlike the younger, cockier salesmen I'd encountered in all the other dealerships. I'd been trawling showrooms most of the weekend and had long since grown bored of being pestered by smarmy wide-boys in flashy tailored suits reeking of the latest after-shave. From the outs...
My stories that are posted under "That Moment When..." are supposed to be short stories to help stimulate your mind to the possibilities of how they could play out. That makes for great reading as you can usually see several ways. However, when I posted this in a much shorter version elsewhere, my readers kept asking for it to continue, so it is a much longe...
I didn't know what 'cottaging' was until I was about 20 and at that time, I was young , naive and looking for Mr Right rather than a good shag. Once I'd found Mr Right, almost 15 years later, I wanted to have my cake and eat it. I don't know if it's peculiarly British (or English even) but some of the public toilets I've visited, just for a pee even, were i...
pt.1 Seduction The beginning of the summer in 1962, I was 18, living in a small town between Ft. Lauderdale and Miami. As usual I was by myself, which was nothing new, considering I had been raised in the military, and was used to not having many friends, being the "new guy" all the time. I had decided that I wanted to get on the swim team, and I had the w...
At first I thought he must be selling something. He looked clean-cut and respectable, with a smart bomber jacket over his crisp white shirt and wearing a pair of black trousers and trendy geek-chic specs. He stopped me as I was walking out of the HMV shop in Birmingham city centre, opening with a refreshingly polite 'excuse me sir' and throwing me his best...
I was nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs by the time Tuesday night came. Terry was amused by my second-guessing and what-iffing, which was amplified when I saw that the two of them had Facebook-friended each other the day after the party and-I assumed-were talking about what as going to happen without including me. Terry came into my room aft...
Push out. Relax. Tighten. Relax. Derek was working out, lifting weights, making his muscles even tighter and sexier. He was lying down on the bench, lifting weights, listening to workout music. He put the bar down and sat up, wiping away his sweat. Suddenly, a hand clamped down on his mouth, preventing him from yelling out. Derek's assailant beat his abdomen...