First let me say that I absolutely love my husband. I'm his 3rd wife and he's my 2nd husband. It took a while but we finally found each other. Johnnie writes under the pseudonym eviltwin and believe me, I've read some of his works, if you want call them that. But his under lying themes deal mostly with a male losing by force or by choice his masculinity. Kn...
I stood there, in front of the still-wet painting. It gripped me, pulled me in, made me tingle, feel on edge. I wanted it; I wanted to be it. I wasn't it yet. The painting was of me, but it somehow was more alive, more aroused, nearer the pinnacle. I could see it everywhere, mostly in the eyes, I thought. They were so alive, so satisfied and . . . completed....
As soon as Roger walked through the saloon-style doors, Kent reached for a glass. He'd never before seen a man in such need of a drink. If the dark rings under his brown eyes weren't enough, his incorrectly buttoned-up shirt and mop of dishevelled brown hair clearly used to more attention than it was currently getting were a clear indication that Roger was...
The guy's profile said, "One specific kink. I'm seriously into it, but I'll enjoy pretty much anything." "One Specific Kink" I'm always curious about what it is. There's certain things I won't touch, but you won't know until you try, right? My first few messages were the typical warmup back-and-forth, what's going on, where you at, how's it going...blah bl...
One of the things that I love about running my speedo fetish sites is getting the chance to meet (online and in person) members who share my speedo fetish. When I started it all way back, I honestly thought I was the only one and that I was weird. Here is an email I received that week which was pretty hot. I'm keen to hear how you would answer the question...
It's a late Friday night and I'm feeling it bad, making the rounds with my pool cue, lookin' for a game and some possible action. The local place, Lefty's is about half full but not too jumping. No one at the table. Well, hell If you ain't got no one to play with, you might as well play with yourself. I move to the table and rack for a solitary game of 8-ba...
Peter Grandon sat moodily in his dorm room staring at his literature textbook and studying for finals. He had read the same passage four times and he still couldn't tell what the paragraph meant. His mind was elsewhere. He was in the middle of a crisis. In a week he was supposed to leave for home on winter break. Four weeks away from his state college—books...
"You're a funny guy, John," noted Tom from the back seat of my SUV. With my gaze on the winding road before me, I replied as matter-of-factly as possible, "Maybe so, but I'm serious. If you two still want to go caving tonight with me and Joe, y'all are gonna have to go naked. Let me know now if that's a problem so I can turn around if I need to." He didn'...
CHAPTER 1: Joey "As we go on We remember All the times we Had together And as our lives change Come whatever We will still be Friends Forever" "Oh God, could you please turn that retarded song off the radio? I feel like I'm in a Barney after school special," David says laughingly. "Sure, dude," Joey, replies with a smile. In all honesty, Joey was very gla...
Daniel ran down the path to Mr. Lalonde's. Running in the heavy humid air meant he was soaked. Wet with sweat seemed to be the norm for Daniel these days. Daniel liked being sweaty for the most part, it made him feel like he was accomplishing something. His old, thin t-shirt was completely stuck to his torso. The shirt didn't cover his navel, there was no...