Nathan looked around the room for something to do, but it was empty. There was only the bed, which was just a mattress laid out on the floor and a door leading to the toilet. The was a dim light that allowed him to see, but no windows or view from the door as he was in the basement after all. He thought about what he could do to entertain himself, and quick...
Melinda opened the door to a very large guy, not tall but fat almost round. He waddled in smiling and sweating profusely. He carried a large Gladstone bag giving him the air of an old fashioned Doctor. Mistress Caprice said "Welcome Mr Smotherer, I hope you're pleased with your pig." "Ohhhhh yes, she looks perfect, I really have worked up a sweat on the wa...
We got to Applebee's a few minutes later. Getting gout of the car was easier said than done. First, it took me a few seconds to find the door handle. And once I found it, I could not get the door popped oven. Jeremy pulled the key from the ignition, and sighed. "I hate that door handle. That is going to be the next thing I fix, if it's the last thing I do....
"Pretty hot work." "You can say that again, sir. And that's a pretty hot car you got there." "Thanks. I'm addicted to Corvettes." "What year?" "This year. I usually trade up every other year." "Shit, man. That's beyond my imagination. Oh, sorry for the 'shit.' We were told not to curse around the motorists." "No problem. It's a fuckin' good set of whee...
Special note: This is a love story between two men who were brought together in the aftermath of tragedy. A lot of the subject matter deals with depression and the struggles that come with mental illness, but it also is a story of hope, second chances, and a bond that is stronger than sorrow, hopelessness, and even death. While there will be some steamy part...
The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. I surveyed the chamber for the upcomi...
Rick took a good look at the unconscious man the agents had brought down to his chamber. They had tied the culprit to the chair and left him to be dealt with. He couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty, Rick thought. His blond curls were matted to his forehead and his skin glistened with sweat; no doubt from the long questioning he had just endured f...
I entered the smoky, dimly lit bar and sat in a stool next to the runway. Pinpoints of lights twinkled overhead in a starry, starry night of aroused anticipation. A lithe blond hunk sauntered over to me, two glasses and a bottle of bubbly in hand. He stood close to me, our pelvises touching in electric connection, as he arched his torso away from me, a teasi...
18yrs old, tall, slim, fair haired, good looking, and curious, standing at the urinals and reading the sexually explicit grafitti on the wall in front whilst slowly stroking himself to hardness. This was me many years ago, having given and received hand jobs, the thought of oral and anal was a little scary, and at that time illegal, and seeking a safe way t...
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