This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be read by adults over the age of eighteen years old. Please do not use my stories without my permission. When Dad called my brothers and me into his den at 10 AM on a Saturday morning last September, I was nervous. I knew what it was all about, of course, because dad filled Lionel an...
I opened my eyes to morning light filtering into the hotel bedroom. Bruce's white noise machine was still putting forth its synthesized ocean noises. I reached over and turned the volume down, yawned and stretched. Next to me Charlie was still asleep, as were Bruce and Lloyd in the other bed. I looked at the clock. Seven-thirty. Kind of early for a Saturday...
I heard my name being called out from the midst of the teeming horde pressing in on the barriers after customs in New Delhi's Indira Gandhi international airport, and a head and arm waving a sign was bouncing up and down over the tumult. The sign the young man was carrying said "Clifford Jenkins" with "New York" written under it. That was me. But I wasn't be...
Part true, part fantasy--all erotic. Fun to have lived through, fun to have composed--lots of fun to read! T’was the summer of 1963! Now, that is a long time ago—long before most of you were even born. Things were different then. Sex was around—yes even back then—but it was a lot different. The sexual revolution hadn’t hit the streets yet. People were...
My heart pounds faster the closer we get to South Hill. Holding Slade's hand is the only thing keeping me sane. I know we have to face the consequences for lying about this weekend. I'm just not ready to. My only hope is for God to answer one of my million silent prayers. There could be so many outcomes for tonight with each feeling like a worst-case scenar...
Note: Despite anything mentioned in this story or the previous one, unprotected sex, even oral sex, can transmit STDs. Please practice safe sex. * I woke up before Tim again. This didn't particularly surprise me. According to Fiona, who had been involved with each of us and was still a close friend, he was a night owl and it was the next thing to impossib...
They sent me to Fort Dix, New Jersey for basic training. The bus ride there was long and tedious. No one talked much. Everybody was apprehensive. Myself, I just wanted to get there and get it over with. I didn't know what lay ahead. Worrying wasn't going to help. The moment we got off the bus, they jumped us and tried to shake us up, rousting us from one s...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or events is unintended and purely accidental. ~~~ It was during the early spring of 2010, ten years ago at this writing, that this story begins. I was fifty six years old, married to the love of my life, and had...
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...
All characters are over 18. ***** FRIDAY NIGHT "So, who won that challenge?" Anton asked Dylan. The challenge was simple. Anton, a very out gay man, had boasted of a recent conquest in which he made a nominally straight man shoot his load six times in one evening. The audience for Anton's story was his straight friend, Dylan. The younger man scoffed at A...