Dear Readers, A few of you asked me about Tom from the last chapter. Where did he come from? Remember the charge on the sheep and the boy from the stable, the one Gordy kissed in chapter seven, that's Tom. Thank you for all your encouragement, suggestions, close readings, and critiques. Chapter 10, Gone a Hunting "Come to the table, Danny." Nanny stood...
A storm raged in my gut as I climbed the stairs. No denying I was aroused and eager to see him. He'd set me on edge with his first scavenger hunt command, and every errand since had only made me hornier. Major lines had been crossed with the full-monty-waxing and the girly-panty-wearing, and god help me, there was still the not insignificant matter of the...
Hello! My name is Tristan Wood, or Triss as my friends and family like to call me. I'm 22 years year old, recent college graduate, and unemployed. Right now I'm living with my old man Harry Wood, he's a thickset man in his late 40s. Though, pops has been living in constant sadness since mom passed away seven years ago. At first, he barely bothered to do anyt...
To whoever reads this story : Firstly, please be warned that this is one of my earlier works. This means that although I don't give laundry-list descriptions, I do describe the characters in detail at times. ... Sorry. m(_ _)m (Originally this was the third story in a compilation of themed quick stories, each of which matched a certain literotica category...
For a moment Yanik fought for control, Nathan had backed up, trying to get away from the onslaught, until he was up against the wall and had nowhere else to go. "Did you think I'd knock you back too? Or maybe you make a habit of lying to those you sleep with. That's what hurts the most, the lying. You really had me fooled, Nathan, I thought, maybe, I had f...
Tom Prescott woke up with a hot mouth wrapped around his stiff cock. It was still dark and he could hear a soft rushing sound in the distance. He guessed it was the wind. It had been five days since Tom had gotten lost in the Rugged Mountains and found his way to Clint Hardwick's camp. Tom had been straight, with a girlfriend, but Clint and some of his lust...
I made it back to my car, but that was the extent of my ambition. I was wiped. This pattern had become all too familiar lately—whipped into a frenzy, dangled for hours in a state of intense arousal, then relieved in an explosive burst that left me physically and emotionally spent. Too early to go home without arousing suspicion, too late to go back to work...
The bulk of this story is set back in the late seventies when we were all a lot younger and far more innocent. If you find some of the words and attitudes a bit old fashioned, well that was then and this is now. Moreover, in those pre-AIDs days, we didn't see the need for that much sexual hygiene. Why wear a condom? After all, no one was going to get pregnan...
The personal ad I wrote while stoned and horny: I'm looking for someone with a bit of a kinky streak. I'm tall, smart, funny -- you be that too. Here's what I like: (attached picture from the waist down of what I like -- a woman with a booty wearing black lacy panties) *** I posted the ad, not expecting much -- this site was a sausagefest, perhaps ten me...
November, 1940, Country Estate of Roger Morris, York, England Lying on his back, legs bent and spread on the four-poster bed of newspaper mogul Roger Morris, Bryan Sinclair steeled himself to take the last, largest, of the graduated, tear-drop-shaped balls Morris was forcing into his ass. He'd had his eyes shut tight at the effort but opened them when the l...