In my writing cave, I play restful dog music for my pet. I oddly think the music I was listening to when I worked on this chapter fit the scene. That sometimes happens with my Ice Era Chronicle, but not often. Weeeellll, here is another chapter. I must warn you that this has some reluctance to it. I am not a fan of taking advantage of someone when they are...
I was just messing around on the computer, checking out the male-male dating Web sites, looking for something to turn me on. On one of the sites I had gotten a view hit of my profile from someone named Ready4Daddy. Well, at sixty, I was definitely a daddy. I also was pretty randy. I clicked on his profile. An immediate sense of nice looking, tall, slim, in...
Authors Note: This is not a quick porn story. It is a "romance" of sorts, so if you are interested in a quick read, this probably isn't the right story for you. Sorry. All of the characters are fictional, so if they bear any resemblance to someone IRL, they weren't intended to. Also, this is my first story that I have ever written – ever! Feedback would be w...
It's true. We desire cock. Our wives have no idea what goes on inside of us with this desire to submit...to cock. We hide it from everyone but in our minds it's a runaway train. To touch, feel, pull on, sniff, rub our faces in it, lick it, taste it, suck cock. We've done it before, maybe a short time or a long time ago. The specter of guilt and shame dampens...
"Here Dayce." Jason handed me the plant. It was a thing with thick vines with bright purple flowers placed here and there on the wrist-thick vines. I looked at it and than up at my best friend. "What do you want me to do with it?" I asked him. "Take care of it for a few days." He begged me with puppy dog eyes. I rolled my eyes at him. He always gave m...
This is a short story, extremely short compared with previous submissions I've made. Yet, it is a truthful admission of actual events in the life of the story teller. I am the writer of the story, not the teller of it. * Being a boy in the 1950s and a teen in the 1960s opened my eyes to things I never imagined. As a boy, I played outside and mothers in th...
Ten years ago, I decided to join a religious sect. I found their address and visited their office in the center of the city. When I arrived, an old man who introduced himself as the "High Priest," informed me that in order to join the group, I had to go through an initiation ceremony. Its aim was to purge away the sins of my soul. I was going to be chastised...
Sue's 1962 red Impala convertible had a pillow in the backseat, which Eddie Perry found quite convenient to place under her lower back so she could comfortably recline in the back corner of the seat behind the driver's position. She was maneuvered so that she could spread and bend her legs to enable him, naked, to take most of his weight on his knees, betwee...
Author's Note: Okay, so I have to retract the statement I made in chapter 1. I don't think this is a little darker that what I normally write, I know it is. These characters aren't particularly likeable, but I'm writing this story because I do find them compelling. I think nomoretears00 got it right when she described all three of them as damaged. Anyways...
Introduction The gentlemen's club on Rose street was a discreet establishment. They didn't advertise - membership was by invitation only, established members inviting close friends or important business associates who they knew to have similar interests. It had no sign over the door - you either knew what the place was, or you had no reason for being there...