"Mr. Winterberry wants to see you in the back cabin, Paulo." Paulo Pulido unbuckled his seatbelt and gave a sigh. He was pretty sure he knew what came next. At least, though, perhaps the head of the Agency's special unit, informally known as the candy store, might shed some light on where they were going and why. At the moment they were approaching altitude...
"Is that the swimsuit edition?" "Uh-huh" "You like that a lot? It's been out three -- four months now!" "You're point?" "I don't no, I like looking too, at broads I mean, Looks like they're getting skimpier and skimpier." "Yeh." "Look at the tits on that one!" O.o.o..Yeh.." I was on the RTA Rapid going downtown for classes at CCC. I was a first year f...
I sat bolt upright in a bed I didn't recognize. I stared down at the black satin sheets and looked next to me on the bed. Zak was next to me, his hands resting behind his head, the picture of relaxation. He wore a black silk shirt that blended in nicely with the sheets, and a pair of navy blue jeans. I was wearing some form of boxers judging by the feeling...
Sometimes, I feel like hell is right here on earth, and not in some distant subterranean realm like the Bible says. It's like an intense feeling , one that cannot be ignored. My name is Elroy Samson. Who am I? Just your average, everyday gorgeous six-foot-three, lean and athletic African-American homo fatale. Yes, I'm Black and Gay and totally proud of both....
It all began back in my teen years in the mid-west when I was just a young, confused lad of eighteen. I was a relatively good looking boy, long blonde hair about 4 inches below my shoulders, 5 feet 11 inches tall, 170 pounds, green eyes with a VERY well endowed girl friend whose body of 38DD-25-36 I enjoyed, admired and envied ---- envied because I'm a close...
All participants are over 18. ***** When his phone pinged, Daniel was unprepared for this kind of message. He was at the beach, swimming and sunning with his wife, Nicole, and a couple of friends, Ted and Libby. Daniel shielded his eyes against the sun and held the phone away from the daylight so he could read the message. 2 p.m. @ The Docks That was it....
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Ever since I was little, I always admired police officers. Strong men in powerful uniforms, maintaining order... I suppose you could call it an obsession. By the time I turned eighteen, I already decided that this was the kind of career I needed to pursue. It was my destiny. Unfortunately, three more years were to come before I could make this dream come tru...
"So, where the fuck is your sister, James?" "She won't be back for several hours, she needed to go see our mom." "Oh, so do you want to wait for her here? Have a beer, maybe? Do you drink beer?" "Yes, of course, why?" "Well, I thought... never mind. I'll be back." Was Tom asking that because I was gay, maybe? The guy was a bigger moron than I thought, s...
There once was a policeman named Laidley Small, who didn't deserve it. He was a policeman, sure enough, but he wasn't small. And he couldn't get laid. For months, ever since my return from six months as a hostage of terrorists in Colombia (where I was made to crave a good, stalwart cock and where I became a cum-slut), my life was one sexual adventure afte...