It happened one night, while I was on holiday with friends -- two weeks surfing on the Côte Sauvage. The beach was Plage Valentin -- a wide strip of soft sand backed by a promenade, and behind that a huge forest of pine and oak. We'd surf most of the day, but in the heat of the afternoon we'd escape into this forest, drink cheap red wine, and fall asleep unt...
My wife had back surgery. What was supposed to have been a "walk in the park" ended up being a nightmare. Oh, the surgery went fine, except for the bone fragments that were floating around against her leg nerves causing excruciating pain. So, a second surgery was done five days later to take care of the fragments. Lo and behold, the second surgery went fine...
Eastside Vampires - Part 1 =========================================== Disclaimer: Some spelling mistakes, calling character by the wrong name, etc. are on purpose while the character is drunk. =========================================== Name: Jaxon Woodham Race: human Occupation: overworked computer programmer with a small company Age: 24 Height: 5' 9"...
So, I had been invited back to Elwood's place for a third visit. This big, chunky black middle-aged man was finally going to put his big fat cock up my ass. But before that he was going to let me watch as he fucked Jamaal, the young black guy who had cum in my mouth and asked me to cum in his crack. I appreciate such straightforwardness; you know where you s...
The churchman slept fitfully in the cold night. But he was vaguely conscious enough to hear the old church clock strike 1. Sure enough, a vivid light at the side of the bed shone, embracing a smiling sort of androgynous creature in a charming old fashioned robe of shimmering damask and lined with white fur. It seemed to have a great burning lamp on its head....
In the last week of May, 1979, before the bogeyman Aids, and on a Friday, of course, I was laid off from work; I had already lined up a new job that didn't start until the first week of September, so I was in the perfect position to live out a purely disgusting and promiscuous summer. I am a cum slut; I have no moral conflict-I want to suck off as many cocks...
*9* I'm breaking my own rules. I said it myself: move from one guy to the next. I guess the first time with Paul didn't really count...but I wouldn't go as far as saying the second time did either. It was all over the computer, none of it really was personal. Oh well, "sour grapes" as they would say. Whether or not Paul wants to continue this relationship...
The last free summer was a lie. Nothing is free, summer came with work and expectations and work, I actually didn't mind the work I was making money and got a great tan. Home maintenance; yards, pools, painting, generally all the dirty stuff people hate to do, couldn't do without a little help or thought a little help was worth paying for. I was happy to b...
The cook scurried along the passage trying to look invisible, which wasn't easy for a man of his height and solidness. And in one hand he held a sack that looked well filled but from the way it bounced about was not heavy. He made it to the kitchen unobserved, and entering, placed the sack in a corner out of sight, while looking sternly at the thin young wom...
The knock came again, louder this time—three sharp raps. Here I stood, dried come matting the hair on my chest and stomach, and a visitor at the door. I thought at first to ignore the interruption; probably a peddler or Jehovah's Witness—at 7:45 a.m.? But an instinct crept upon me, something inside telling me that this was no intrusion. I made my way silentl...