I was with Danny again, feeling his cock again like old times. It had been a long time since he failed to turn up for our regular Sunday session. I had text him and tried everything to contact him but without success. I knew he lived with his elderly mother and was limited with his visits I shall never forget that day he didn't come; . The thing is he texte...
A few months ago I decided to go to a sex shop in South Jersey that was 30 minutes from my beach house. I was driving by when I saw it and, intrigued, decided to stop and have a look around. As I looked at all of the movies and toys they had, I noticed a small corridor to the back of the shop. My curiosity killing me, I decided to walk back there, noticing a...
I have dirty brown hair. It hangs in a mess over my face, gently parted in the middle. My eyebrows are darker and neat, and- darker still- the deep wells of my slow eyes. My smooth, thin skin glows paper-white. Wrapping under my eyebrows, it turns sharply around my cheek-bones, reaches up and around the tip of my pointed nose. Lower, two elegant lips rest im...
The hot dressing room lights beat against my skin, and sweat begins to run down my forehead, making its way past my blue eyes and heading for my chest. I look in the mirror, between the blinding lights, and see that the top button of my costume has come undone. Sighing, I re-button my shirt before exiting the dressing room and heading for the stage. The hal...
Eddie and I were talking on my deck, in the orange glow of sunset. My girlfriend Liz had gone up to bed with a snootfull; three glasses of wine and she was done. The other guests at my Memorial Day cookout had gone, and I wondered why Eddie was still here. I soon knew. He wanted to confess something. It was a strange story. "You know I'm bisexual," he said,...
As soon as he opened the door, he knew he was in trouble. Blond-haired Joseph stood just a few feet in front of a man that he clearly recognized as his lover's husband. Thirty-three-year-old Damian was a towering African-American man with long dreadlocks and well-built arms. Upon close inspection, he seemed like the kind of guy that numerous women would be s...
Betises The conclusion of the Bedsprings Arc He's cheating on me. Evan Fucking Rosier, my boyfriend of--shit, is it seriously five years now?--what seems like forever, is cheating on me. I just know it. It's not like he hasn't before, and not just since my starving actor boyfriend Evan Roswell hit the silver screen and changed into international heartthr...
My name is Trad and I live in a small village with three sisters. My father died twelve years ago and since then, my mum has become too strange. However, together with my sisters, we are able to earn living by serving ruler of our area, which consists of 5-6 villages. I can't say that my job is too hard. I bring water from river and serve at the table when n...
I'm not sure why I was there, I never enjoyed the beach much, but yet again my family had dragged me out into the middle of nowhere. At least there were real houses here and not some sort of worn down shack. In fact, the place seemed not too different from most residential areas in suburban towns, though a bit higher class I suppose. Those better off (and...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I awoke to the near deafening sound of rain falling on the tin roof. I was alone in bed, but not alone in the house. I could smell something cooking and sat up in bed, wondering where Kurt found food to cook. Was that bacon? Getting out of bed, I walked into the kitchen and looked...