People often ask me where I get my ideas from. I'm a romance novelist. Yep, I write those cheap and tawdry little paperbacks that fly off the shelves at the supermarket or the book store for $7.95 a pop; my books fill the afternoons -- and the shopping carts -- of America's housewives, fueling afternoon fantasies that their husbands can never fulfill. Oops....
This is a true story: I was at my day job when I received the call. It was my night job calling. "I just want to let you know that Hank took his life last night You don't have to come in if you don't want to." said my boss. "Oh... okay. Thanks." I replied, "I should be in still... maybe just late." I didn't know the guy. Not at all. He'd been working the...
The merchant in Tyrins said that I would need some protection if I planned on taking my goods to the island of Cythera. There had been reports of pirates around the south and western islands, sea folk showing off their power at sea. Tantalos was an old friend, and though I was reluctant to incur any more costs for my journey I knew he was reliable and that h...
His instructions were clear enough last night as we were both zipping up: no self-love for me until I get the go-ahead from him. "No cage this time?" I'd asked with great trepidation. His answer pleased me more than I wanted to admit. "I trust you." I planned to live up to that trust. Quite frankly, after the quadruple header, I was happy for a break....
I couldn't remember how I got there. I couldn't remember a thing leading up to the moment I lowered my hips downward, and felt the thickness prying my asshole open wide and easing up into me. I had no idea how I had come to be dropping my ass down the long, thick length of my Algebra instructor's cock. My mind whirled and I could recognize my own moans, a m...
I waved down the waiter as I finished off my glass of wine. I asked for the check and scanned the room while I waited. The hotel restaurant looked bigger this early in the evening when it was relatively empty. Besides myself there were two other patrons, both male. One looked to be in his late forties. The man at the bar looked to be my age or younger. And h...
The next morning I woke up hung over as shit. I'm pretty lucky with hangovers in that I don't get vomiting sick. Mainly I just have a headache, fell dreadfully tired and thick headed. This morning I woke up to see Mark pinning Amber's butt to the gym mats with his cock. He was supporting himself with one hand, pulling her hair with the other. She was laid f...
~*A work of fiction. Any resemblance to places, events, people--alive or dead--is purely coincidental*~ His big smooth hands descended on my hips with such finesse. It was as if a feather was running up and down my skin. His deliberate handling of my body enticed a reaction in me. His hot breath on my neck chilled me to the core, a cornered animal clawed at...
"Gonna come over again, Bay-boi?" I want to, Denuck, I really do. Just tell me who Ben is and... "Ben?! What do you mean?" You called me Ben-boi once the last time...the first time I was over. I let it slide then, but it's been on my mind ever since. Look, just tell me it's none of my business and that's okay. Maybe you weren't into me and Bay and Ben are...
"Gay grandad seeks young men for Sunday afternoon fun." That's how I put it on the site. At 60, I had always shied away from the daddy/son scene because with kids of my own it just seemed wrong. Lately, though, I had thought I should give it a try, particularly as so many young guys seemed to be into it and were contacting me. I stressed that they had to ove...