This follows on from another story called 'The Cycle Ride'. I hope you enjoy it. ************************* After the charity cycle ride to Pitlochry and back, the memory of my sexual encounter with Graham was not far from my mind. He had awakened long-buried thoughts and desires. I got really turned on thinking about him and what we did that night. I had h...
"The offer is tempting, yes," The elegantly clad Guiovani Lucano, president of Unipro, said, "but the French cosmetic firms are eager to have whatever Dragobotania we can produce. There's really no sufficient incentive I can see to change that and sell to the United States instead." He was talking to the American chemical dealer, Nicholas Reynolds, as they...
“I think I can fit it in. There’s just enough room,” I said. “Alex, I can’t believe you want to put that thing in there. It’s way too big, and I know I’m gonna be sorry if you do,“ Jeff said. “C’mon. It’ll be fun. Let me put it in, you’ll enjoy it. I PROMISE!” I said. “I did it with my brother, and he not only enjoyed it when I did, now he does it with fri...
November, 1940, Country Estate of Roger Morris, York, England Lying on his back, legs bent and spread on the four-poster bed of newspaper mogul Roger Morris, Bryan Sinclair steeled himself to take the last, largest, of the graduated, tear-drop-shaped balls Morris was forcing into his ass. He'd had his eyes shut tight at the effort but opened them when the l...
I had led a sheltered and naive childhood and leaving home at eighteen was a bold move for me. I wanted to start my journey in the world, leave my childhood behind me and get a life. I got a job as a Commis Chef in an Italian restaurant in Edinburgh. Only downside was I didn't have anywhere to stay. My boss suggested the long seat at the back of the restau...
There was a subtle knock of the door; Nicholas scanned his eyes across the room once more. Everything seemed to be in order, he thought. Let us see what we shall see. The door opened, revealing his trusted servant, bodyguard, fixer and partner in business, Wells. The man had an imposing figure, tall, square-shouldered, very large hands and equally large fee...
By six a.m. Alex was out of the tent and jogging down Anderson road toward Williams Road to explore the summer countryside of Maine. At that early morning hour it was quiet and peaceful. On his return, he took the part of Anderson road that hugged Bunganut Lake. When he re-entered the campground he passed by campsite B1; Steve's location. He slowed. Out in...
A special thank you goes to JD for all your help editing and your support-BJB ------------ The minute I stepped aboard the train I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I could think clearly for the first time in what seemed like forever. I had almost given in to John's plea to stay in London, I saw his pain, but knowing that I was the...
A little less than six months after our wedding, I awoke to the sound of vomiting. Part of me actually hoped it was Kat. But no, she was asleep in her own bed, in the room across the hall. I got out of bed, wearing only sweatpants, and threw open the blinds to let in natural light. In my room, my bed, my patient was violently ill. Val had vomited in bed and...
A Month in the Heart of the Country Ch. 02 After I'd had breakfast, I sat back and wiped my mouth and looked up. The other guys were all at the table, either still sipping tea or coffee or nibbling things. None of us had left the breakfast area. I looked at them all, and one by one they all looked up and returned my gaze. "So," I said softly, "I guess we...