Part One Paul stopped me outside our high school gyn after last class. We were both seniors and skipped last class. He said, “You’re pretty good with a basketball. I was wondering if you’d like to stop by our church gym and shoot a few hoops after school.” I hesitated. “Jim, I mean Reverend Jim, most always plays with us. You’ll like him,” said Paul, “...
I felt him writhing beneath me. We rolled over the grassy spot just beyond the lake. The misty morning air surrounded us as we arched into each other, joined up in frenzied mating. I could see his stomach muscles ripple beneath the sweat-soaked hair. I could feel his cock pressed into my belly as I moved within him. The mist of early dawn obscured his face....
© Sadie-Rose Bermingham 2003 “Easy Money!” Rabid John told Ray in the pub. “Close yer eyes, spread yer legs, easy as fallin’ outta bed!” John was a skinny, bug-eyed Yorkshire exile, who made his money on the mean streets around Mile End. He might have been twenty or fifty, it was hard to say, and Ray did not ask. John had a temper, especially when he hadn...
Lana’s birthday party was going pretty good when I got there. I met her relatives - an aunt and uncle. Gayle was there along with a fair number of other girls. I recognized some of them from school. The others were probably from church or daughters of her parent’s friends. Looking around, I realized that there was a lot of nice looking teenage pussy in the r...
He wasn’t looking. He was talking to a woman sitting at a table across the pool from me, but he was looking sideways at her and giving me a full-frontal view, so I snapped off a few photos. I captured the whole effect of him, just out of the pool, body beautiful, with beads of water glistening off his body in the sun. Then a few close-ups. One of his male-m...
I had resigned myself to another frustrating night alone without relief. It had been two weeks since I had last been allowed an orgasm, and the need was deep in my groin. This was not the first time that a significant period of time had passed without contact from my master, but this was the longest he had gone without coming to me, and he had been very spe...
Sometimes it seemed like a dream to me. Two weeks ago I’d wound up at my brother Scott’s apartment and gotten stoned and next thing I knew he was sucking my dick. All kinds of things happened from there. It was kind of a wild night. The next day, however, he’d all but pushed me out of his apartment. I wasn’t sure if what had happened had been my fault. Maybe...
Part true, part fantasy--all erotic. Fun to have lived through, fun to have composed--lots of fun to read! T’was the summer of 1963! Now, that is a long time ago—long before most of you were even born. Things were different then. Sex was around—yes even back then—but it was a lot different. The sexual revolution hadn’t hit the streets yet. People were...
This was a piece of Vampire Fiction that I began as an exercise, in collaboration with Emily Palmer, in 1999. Gradually Rayne Wylde developed a life (or perhaps I should say, an UnLife) of his own. People have asked me how he came to be a Vampire. This is his story. CHAPTER ONE - TURNING THE PAGE RAYNE 21.30: June 26th, 1999 - MANCHESTER It was time.......
I woke to a blaring headache and the feeling that something had died in my mouth. I cracked my grainy eyes open and shut them immediately. It’s too damn sunny in this fucking apartment, then I remembered and groaned. My apartment wasn’t sunny in the morning; it faced another building. I must have gone out last night. I sat up, and groaned as a wave of nause...