You know the drill, don't read unless your of age. If you like this pure fictional story or have comments / ideas let me know through the email link in my profile. ENJOY We had settled into a routine of sorts. I was now resigned to being his man-servant and kind of enjoying it. The sex was relentless; he was always hot and horny and could easily cum 4 or...
Chapter 27. In which our hero travels to distant lands. I am on the way to the airport for a business trip to H**. I reflect that I have never been to Texas before and I know little about the city other than what I have gleaned on television news. My employer is sending me to a training engagement. The event starts tomorrow morning and I have a mid-after...
Nostalgic feelings came easily to me these days, brought on by encounters with everyday minutia like the sun-dried black leather of my mom's rumbly old Legend, which crackled underneath me as I shifted my weight in the back seat. I surmised that like any other car, this Acura must have rolled paint-glittering-new off a lot once, but that was before I was aro...
"I need to speak with the manager, please," I said to a teenager who was standing behind a register, clearly trying to figure something out. He looked up in alarm as I brought him back to reality. He accidentally knocked a few pens off the counter and scrambled to pick them up. "Is there something I can help with?" He asked, setting the pens back in their...
I woke up the next morning on the bed in the visitor's room stark naked. I was on my back with my legs spread just like Rodrigo had left me. A vague sense of panic and confusion coursed through my veins. I began to recall the facts as I tried to shake off the cobwebs. The night before, Rodrigo had dropped by my parents' house. He and I ended up in the visi...
Henri had been only the second man that I had sex with, after the first one seven years before. He was black, well endowed, and a true gentleman. He had no problem entertaining my bedroom fantasy to be feminine, and could either plain out fuck me, or tone it down and make love to me. He really knew how to ring my bell, and had nailed me to the mattress as hi...
Recent years have been the most bizarre times for me, ever since leaving home in Rhode Island and moving into the vacation house with dad. Beside the fact that lots of my friends I grew up with are either getting married, getting divorced or simply living complete adult lives blows my mind. I've been stuck in no mans land, somewhere between being a kid and...
I wish to preface this chapter by letting you know in advance that it was originally part of Chapter 16. Due to the excessive length of that chapter, it has been broken down in a more ingest-able size. Chapter 17 is now a set up for the following chapters to come. It may seem a bit off the beaten path for the saga of The Vacation House but I do hope you will...
When Rick came downstairs into the room that served as a dining room and staff lounge when it wasn't the main club room, he found only Phil from those of Groton's crew, sitting there and sipping on coffee and looking generally morose. A few other women and men Rick now knew were part of Lefty's establishment and rented by the half hour, were scattered about...
Lord but I was stupid. Stupid stupid stupid! With an inward groan, I stared moodily out the van's dirty window, not even seeing the blurry scenery passing by. He was watching me, the bastard, I could feel his gaze burning into my nape. Usually, I have a pretty good grip on my emotions. But today, Chris' worried clueless idiotic fucking puppy dog gorgeous...