The next morning, I was really fucked up. My body was hurting and I was confused. In a way, I regretted what had happened the night before. What felt great last night seemed like a huge mistake today. It was 1 PM, and my mind was made: I was done with this. I would not go back to Hump tonight. I took a shower, had lunch, and laid right back down on the couc...
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may in...
"Will you at least turn out the lights?" I asked Mark. He chuckled then reached over to the lamp beside the sofa and turned it off. "Is that better?" he asked. The living room was darker, but the light in the kitchen was still on; we were now silhouettes sitting side-by-side, but I continued feeling self-conscious. When I remained motionless he said, "Y...
-- Epilogue -- I smiled as I sat by the pool of Jesse's place, watching all the guests mingle. Smiles graced everyone features, and it should, being a happy day and all. I remembered back earlier in the day, when Jesse stood at the altar, reciting his vows, slipping the ring onto Nathan's finger. Nathan was gleaming; a smile so bright it could have lighted...
"You should have brought your green mankini with you," Todd said when we were sitting on the edge of the bed in the nuddie watching my ice bucket video on his phone. "Aw yeah, I should have," I replied, feeling annoyed with myself that I'd been so dim-arsed yet again. "I'll bring it next time for sure. Don't let me forget." "There's gonna be a next time?"...
Sven drove to a diner that he knew of that was only about five minutes away. There was a big sign out front advertising "All Day Breakfast" and as we pulled in, it looked like a real nice homey kind of joint. We grabbed a booth again with me sitting next to Sven as usual. We had a buxom young waitress named Casey that the guys had fun flirting with; both of...
We had begun building a dungeon in the basement of our 1740s townhouse, had used it a few times, and were acquiring a decent collection of toys and equipment. My boyfriend/partner/lover/husband (I'm never sure which term to use) and I were drawn together in part because of our sexual preferences and predilections; finally I'd found someone who was comfortabl...
Chapter 4: Pacing the Field *Author's Note: Thanks so much for sticking with me. I appreciate all of the comments and take them to heart. I know this story isn't fast enough for some of you, but it really starts to heat up in chapter 5.* I woke up in a decent mood, still trying to figure out how the year would go, but cautiously optimistic. "What do yo...
I had met him at Sterling cinema on Sunday last. I had gone to watch Sherlock Holmes morning show. The cinema hall was not crowded, and I thought probably Sunday morning is not the time most people in their right senses would trudge towards a local theatre to watch a movie. Though I had been an ardent follower of Arthur Conan Doyle's fiction novels and short...
When my wife left me after nearly twenty years of marriage it was a bolt from the blue. I'd made my regular Christmas visit to see Fred and had some short-lived fun with Maynard, but otherwise I had been faithful to her and felt sure she was faithful to me. A bad moment came when she discovered that I had been masturbating. I found an occasional wank signifi...