I stood there, in front of the still-wet painting. It gripped me, pulled me in, made me tingle, feel on edge. I wanted it; I wanted to be it. I wasn't it yet. The painting was of me, but it somehow was more alive, more aroused, nearer the pinnacle. I could see it everywhere, mostly in the eyes, I thought. They were so alive, so satisfied and . . . completed....
They say that some small incident in your long forgotten youth can leave an indelible imprint on your mind and create a fetish or desire that stays with you well into adulthood. I can remember, as though it was yesterday such an incident. I had been up to Carlisle Christmas shopping (with what little pocket money I had) but had somehow mislaid my friend Dav...
So, this happened in February but I really want some clarification on what happened. Some background to the story, I'm a 26 year old straight male who has been in a relationship for the past two years. Having any form of sexual contact with a man has never crossed my mind. As well, I'm straight and like women. That being said this is where the story begins....
I go back to my house, it's easier that way, and step out again in a place on the outskirts of London. I walk across the bridge to the edge of an abandoned industrial estate with dilapidated warehouses watching the world darkly through smashed windows, and a rubble filled courtyard. A few straggly dogs sniff amongst the rubble and run yelping from my scent....
This one is far shorter and far less fraught also no sex. The topics bounce around because my life, contrary to this story's impetus, is not that interesting but I wanted to continue updating. I hope that you enjoy it all the same. Be aware... this story depends on my life actually occurring so it won't be the most consistent upload schedule (as well as gett...
Nearly a week had passed since the night Bruce had fucked Benji. It had been a night of passionate, hot sex as Benji had been broken down completely and his wanton desires had been revealed. Though he did not mind the fact that one of his rather perverse faults had been revealed, he did mind that it had seemed more and more like he had allowed himself to be...
We've been setting up a longer meet with Master for a while. He said a 4 day stay in His apartment would be ideal to get to know each other more and of course to continue my training as His slave. While last time we didn't separate on good terms, my lack of respect deeply disappointed him. So now, a month later i was expecting some repercussions in the for...
College Daze: The Conclusion Chapter 1: The Morning After The morning after was definitely the icing on the cake. Dee woke up from a deep sleep to find his white room mate Jeri rolling a joint whilst Jeri's girlfriend, the pretty Stacy snored in his powerful black arms. Without a word, the two guys shared the joint. As the hot, horny events of the previous...
This is a fictional tale, of a young man's first sexual experiences. I was 18, home alone, and my hormones were raging. I had jacked off the night before, but it didn't come close to satisfying my needs. There I sat, reading a cheap paperback, and wishing I could do what the characters in the book were doing, sucking, fucking, and cumming. The words only ma...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Darkness and oppressive heat. Steam hissing up from vents in the floor. Metal and machinery clanking and rumbling unseen. The air heavy with oil and sweat; thick with the stink of hard labour. Walking forwards, dodging chains and scaffolding, figures coming into view through the gloom. Grou...