*This is a real story, my own story in fact. It's about one of my sex buddy, and to protect his privacy and confidentiality, I shall call him Rick for the purpose of this story. Please forgive my poor command in English! Let me know what you think.* __________________________________________________ Chapter 1: Rick As he caressed my body more and more pa...
You know the drill: over the top, far-fetched smutty work of fantasy. It contains lots of humiliation and taboo sex between a man and his father-in-law, as well as some non-consensual involvement of the protagonist's actual father and some stuff involving food. Skip it if it's not your thing. Otherwise, enjoy. On feedback: I get a lot of anonymous messages...
You lay there with Anthony, slowing moving your hand up and down his great chest and abs. His breath normalized. The two of you just rested for a while, then Anthony leaned over and nibbled your ear. It felt good, and you actually giggled a little. Anthony's hand felt up your chest. You had never realized how good it felt to have a tongue in your ear. Anthon...
I had been at work a couple of hours, when I got a text. Checking the phone, I saw that it was from Allen, "About to get blown!" In a few seconds, I received a picture of him in his speedo, his cock fully erect and stretching the thin material of the suit. I texted back, "I want pictures of him sucking you." "K" was the response. About ten minutes later,...
It was Saturday afternoon and Dan and I were leaning against my car in the driveway talking. My next door neighbor Todd was having porker game tonight. I had never played cards with any of the guys from around here and Dan was giving me the scoop on the players. The whole time we were talking he had a sly smile on his face, I couldn't guess why, he just smil...
I didn't really notice Jared, he was just some guy in my drama class, until I saw him in bare feet. You see, I have this thing for feet. It's nothing weird- I mean, I don't think so. I'm not gay or some sick shit like that. Jared just has nice feet- esthetically, you know? I don't know, maybe something is wrong with me, I can't stop thinking about him now.....
I had just returned to the office from my workout I usually did on my Friday lunch hour, when I was called and told to report to Mr. Kohn's office up on the Penthouse floor. My heart hammered in my chest, and I had a cold knot in my stomach. This couldn't be good news. It was Friday, the company had been laying off staff, and I was older. I hadn't even see...
"So what's the plan?" I asked Guy. It was Wednesday evening and he and my son Jake were slouched on the settee working their way through a pack of beers while I was sitting opposite with a glass of wine. "I dunno," Guy shrugged. "It's gonna be a difficult one. We're gonna have to play it dead careful 'cause I sure as fuck don't want him tellin' any tales t...
I had owned the house for three years now, in a town by the beach that was a short train ride from the downtown where I worked, and it had always been my intention to rent out the converted apartment over the garage to a tenant as an additional income source. The house was nice, a two-story craftsman-style home with a high-fenced backyard and stone patio c...
My heart thudded as I sat feet dangling over the edge of the examination table at the doctor's office I had been going to my whole life. It was, in fact, the same examination room that I could remember visiting when we found out I was allergic to shellfish when I was seven. Same building, same office, same exam room, but I was not waiting to see the same doc...