This is more of an essay, or perhaps an autobiography, rather than a story. Although much of what I have to say is based on my life experiences, the first lesson I have to share is to "Be yourself" and don't try to live your life to anyone else's expectations. I was born in 1941 and raised in a small, rural community in upstate New York. Now, in those days i...
Melinda opened the door to a very large guy, not tall but fat almost round. He waddled in smiling and sweating profusely. He carried a large Gladstone bag giving him the air of an old fashioned Doctor. Mistress Caprice said "Welcome Mr Smotherer, I hope you're pleased with your pig." "Ohhhhh yes, she looks perfect, I really have worked up a sweat on the wa...
Already in senior high school, I was fantasizing about my teachers. Especially the not so young ones, in their fifties or so. Mating with a mature male, this was the most extreme sexual experience I could possibly think of. For many years though, I never considered doing it for real. It happened that older men would cast unambiguous looks at me now and then....
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
Chad saw the big, fancy sedan, a BMW 700 series, sitting all by itself back in a darkened corner of the parking garage as the bus drove around and around, spiraling up to the top, open deck, where it came to a stop. That had been the only car he'd seen in the garage. It was a Sunday, and this was a city workers' garage. "Strange. No one in the ticket booth,...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or l...
A pocket-palladium, the Monde Elegante nightclub was the premier show club in the city. Also one of the oldest. The neighborhood when it was built was a genteel part of town occupied by the comfortably well off. Passing years had changed the demographics and the median income of the area, and the Monde Elegante had deteriorated, too. The building could use a...
Mistress Caprice stood in front of me and looked deep into my glazed eyes, as I rocked up and down on my rubber cock. "I had to pay a pretty penny for you bitch, after so many people had watched some of your more extreme videos. A lot of very depraved people could see just how much use you might be." "But I wanted you before your inevitable trip to the far...
It was nearly two weeks since my overnight with Bart. The episode was very much on my mind when I awoke at six thirty that morning with a hard-on as stubborn as any I'd had back in my twenties. I lay in bed for most of an hour patiently waiting for it to go down. Eventually giving up, I decided it was time for some coffee. It was unrepentant, lewdly bobbin...
I was just home from work and jumped in the shower. I was going to make a little dinner for myself once I rinsed off. Looking forward to a night of television and video games. I could entertain myself easily for the evening. Dad had a cocktail party for work later this evening, leaving me to my own devices... Or so I thought. I had just dried off when he wal...