I had a hazy memory of getting into the passenger side of my Barracuda, the old bucket seat harder than my driver seat. I felt my shirtless back, sweaty in the cold air, stick to the leather. I handed Lan my wallet. He asked me if I still lived where my license said. I nodded. God, my car was awesome. 424 engine with the raised inflow in the hood. Fresh sme...
Jake Weavering looked across to the clock in reception; it read 19:25. "Good" thought Jake, "Only half an hour then I'm off." It had been a particularly busy shift at the hotel and usually by this time of the evening most of the arrivals had checked in but for some reason tonight they were still streaming through the doors. He looked across at the Concierge...
Author's note~~I would really appreciate any and all feedback with this story. I'm trying to improve my erotic writing with this longer story so let me know what you think! p.s. this is complete fantasy. * "It's cold out tonight." I think, as I walk the half mile from where the the taxi dropped me off to the poorly lit and very well hidden small park near...
Authors note: I am a straight guy with a lifelong love of bondage. I have had a special love for edging ever since I saw my big sister's "Joy of Sex" with the picture the guy tied spread eagle while the girl sat on him and teased his cock. I have tied and been tied by women many times, and enjoyed it thoroughly. However, when they took the dom role, I never...
I want cock and cum, I need cock and cum, I crave cock and cum. I get the uncontrollable urge to be a gay gangbang bitch! It's a fantasy that only grows stronger with time. I've started the day using a dildo to stretch myself and get ready to really be pounded. I clean myself, dress in my favorite latex shirt and jeans. I'm anxious and apprehensive but I'm a...
This is intended to be the first of a series of short stories inspired by explicit Victorian pornography photographs. This story includes intimate natural smells, mutual male sexual activity and an open approach to natural bodily functions - if any of this doesn't sound like it's for you, read no further. If this excites you, let me know what you think of my...
The chapel was dark, lit dimly by the light of a few guttering candles. Samuel hid in the shadows, waiting and watching. Soon enough, he heard light footsteps on the wooden floor. A tall figure stopped at the altar, knelt briefly, then turned in Samuel's direction. "I can hear you breathing," the figure said quietly, his voice deep and rough. Samuel grinn...
Please be forewarned that this chapter contains nonconsenual sex. Chapter 7 -- Nothing Left to Lose The Bird Nest tavern sat on a prime spot where Merath's mercantile piers abutted the warehouse district. The tavern was built over the water and men had to climb stairs to reach it, but once there they could sit on wide wooden decks and look out over the doc...
The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer po...
An hour after he got the phone call from Jason, Troy pulled up in front of the garage, got out of the car, and hefted his overnight bag over his shoulder. He'd tried to call the dumb bastard twice during the trip, with no answer, but he was pretty sure he knew where Jason would be. Passing through the building, he dropped his bag in Jason's office and headed...