The third time may or may not be charmed, but it took three bathhouse visits before another chance arose to make further hard core pictures of sex with another man. Admittedly, the visit's first hour was without highlights, nothing much happening in the steam room, where at least 8 men were. Upstairs, there was some good porn playing, prompting me to enjoy...
Going downstairs after having done a hit of rush, I went into the steam room, but it was empty. I took a quick shower, paying particular to soaping my rod before walking over to the bubbling whirlpool, which had a man sitting in it, opposite the entrance steps. It was noticeably cooler than the last time I had enjoyed sitting in it, with a group of naked str...
I drove home again on autopilot, my mind in a whirl with a procession of thoughts of the various cocks I had received both orally and anally, re-living the events of the evening. Once home I lost no time in firing up my PC and logged onto the website which, as anticipated, contained some very graphic images and video material. I lay back and wanked off slowl...
My wife, Jan, laughed and shook her head. She was reading an article in a magazine she had. I asked her what was so funny. She told me all about the story. It was about the dogging craze that was erupting all over Europe, especially in the Netherlands and England. I looked over he shoulder and read a few excerpts. It was not graphic language naturally but th...
I used to travel for business quite a bit. It was usually a whirlwind of activity -one town, then a few hours later, another. I know I had a hectic life and it never seemed to slow down. But sometimes, things happen that kinda make you pause and rethink your situation. I was in this good-sized town called Cedar Creek. I had only stopped because I was just t...
Jacopo leaned against the lamp post and rolled a cigarette as he watched the big ship pull into the harbor. The war was over and the enemy had been defeated. Trade had restarted almost immediately. Everyone wanted a fast recovery, the rich wanted to be richer and the poor just wanted jobs. Jacopo lit his cigarette and tossed the black match away. He took a d...
"Oui, Oui! Baise-moi! Baise-moi!—Yes, yes, fuck me! Comme ça! Plus profound!—Like that. Deeper." I lay on the plastic sheeting on the hotel room bed, my hands gripping the brass rungs of the headboard overhead, my eyes wide, focused on the suddenly cruel smile on the face of the French businessman sitting next to me on the bed. The ceiling fan in the hot Ni...
We were sitting down on the only couch available. Marco’s knees were bent, with his right ankle resting atop his left knee. I was further to left and facing him when I straightened my leg and that’s pretty much all it took. Searching for a place to rest my weary feet, instead, I encountered the inside of his firm jean-clad thigh. Indeed, quite by chance, I s...
Kyle sat on the bench in the locker room with a thud, panting heavily as he caught his breath after his workout. He was a runner by nature, not only enjoying the high that he got from pushing his body, but also being damn good at it. The impetus for taking up an exercise routine was mainly to avoid the dreaded freshman fifteen. The realization that he enjoye...
When I wrote "Taking the big step" I was incredibly nervous because as a female writer I had no idea how it would be received. To my pleasure (and surprise) it was well received, and based on the positive feedback, I decided to write Chapter 2. This is a direct sequel to 'taking the big step.' Once again, if I got any details wrong, please forgive me. *****...