Gina and I waited for Eddie on the bench in front of our apartment building. We would first go to lunch, then Eddie was going to take me to the RiversEdge Saloon so I could get my car; I'd left it there the night before when I was too intoxicated to drive. We made small talk; I was glad she didn't say a word about our sexy drive home the previous evening,...
**Tom** I didn't want to admit that Sandra had done me any favors by interrupting Gabe and I on the couch, but really she had. If she hadn't charged in, I don't think we would have stopped until we were both naked and sated. And while I would have cheered for that kind of release, I don't think I was ready for the fallout that comes with impulsive actions....
Part Five of Six total posted here. Yes, we're almost to the end! This story was originally written as a serial on my blog, and I've compressed numerous chapters into each particular installment. While you read it, please keep in mind that it was originally meant to be read either in bite-sized chunks or in one fell swoop, but with over 90k words I couldn't...
Chapter 1 It all started on an unusually balmy autumn Chicago day near the Buckingham fountain replica in Grant park. Jeff was polishing off the final greasy bites of a Vie-enna chili cheese polish sausage, hurrying because he had only seven minutes remaining of his stingy half-hour lunch, when a figure sped by on a bike. Merely a flash he barely saw, but...
(I had just finished fixing a wobbly desk in some important prof's swank office. I smile at the realization the desk repair was not a big a job as I thought it would be. I had quoted the prof four hours, but had only taken two. That meant two hours with nada to do. I looked around hoping to find a way to amuse myself, when all of the sudden I notice this boo...
*I'm back, Baby* The boy woke up, as he always did, opening his eyes to see the protective circle, etched in deep blue lines on the ceiling above his bed. His mother's hand was on his shoulder. The woman was tall, fierce in a way that many had a hard time describing. Her hair was fire-red. Her eyes had a ring of silver around the pupil, very close, very th...
'No , no, no,' I thought frantically 'Not today, not today of all days'. He was here, my french vanilla dream man. In all his gorgeous glory, he was here. And I was a mess, a literal hot mess. It was the hottest day of summer so far and the air conditioner had blown ten minutes after I arrived to start my shift at the coffee shop I co-owned with my best frie...
Chapter Six &Ndash; Crime &Amp; Punishment "Welcome to the sixth instalment of Dark Paths, the latest labour of love in the lives of Sadie and Bellora. We have been working hard to bring you this chapter as soon as possible so we hope that it lives up to the expectations of our lovely readers. We feel it is only fair to warn you that this chapter contains s...
Chapter 98: Closures May Vary The audience murmurs in the Dream Waltz, before the lights dimmed down, and prompted them to start cheering as the red curtain illuminated. "This song goes out to a special someone..." Adam voices echoes from the speakers in a charming tone, "You know who you are~" The curtain rises, as a speeding, stepping-down beat played d...
One might consider me a connoisseur. I am a connoisseur of cock: hard cocks, soft cocks, cut cocks, uncut cocks, big cocks, little fat ones, straight cocks, arched or curved cocks, definitely thick cocks. They say, "Variety is the spice of life". When it comes to the male sex organs, I like life very spicy. I like to look at, feel, smell, and taste well form...