There's a local magazine store that I frequent every Sunday morning to pick up a New York Times. It's a large, double room store that's run by a Mid-Eastern family, a father and three adult sons. I'm not sure where they are originally from but they all are typically Arab in appearance, slim with olive skin and black hair, two of them tall and the youngest sm...
All started the day when Mike went to visit the gym. He was not a type of guy that had all the muscles, quite opposite. There was someting wrong with his genes, because he struggled and still had a skinny body. Fact that he was short only made it worse. He couldn't find any girlfriend and was still a virgin, taking the fact that he was 17. He hoped that he c...
Frank rolled off and slumped into the pillows piled against the headboard. "Whew," he said, halfway sitting up. "That's a good way to work up a thirst." I noticed the glistening sheen of sweat on his skin. It made him look even sexier. "Why don't you go grab me a couple of beers.....Oh yeah......There's some wine in the fridge and glasses are in the firs...
As a child, I loved to gently swing back and forth flying through the air in a converted tire swing. Some of my favorite childhood memories were summer afternoons spent gazing up into the sky at the passing parade of puffy cloud animals. I remember the warmth of the sunshine against my skin and the pungent smell of that old faded rubber tire swing. As I lay...
A short tale in a somewhat over-done sub-genre. I hope I put enough of a spin on it to keep it from being a cliché. Let me know if I failed, but gently, please. Thanks, as always, to LarryInSeattle. Enjoy. ============== "Mister, uh, Herrera, can you tell me what's been bothering you?" I pulled the exam bay's glass sliding door closed as I spoke and pull...
A round of applause went through the room accompanied by some cheering. It seemed I had done well as Masters' pig. As I squatted, completely spent, with my ass pussy completely filled by the huge barrel, filled with nearly 2lbs of rubber, not just stretching my actual pussy but also my insides. My lips still covered in cum and piss, I was still involuntaril...
God I was tired. I had been to a late night cruise bar in the hope of picking someone up, but some nights it seems to be just the same old faces. Uninteresting ones at that. I got really bored so downed my last pint, got in my car and started on the fifty minute drive home. It was the end of the week and I’d gone out straight from work, bringing my ‘overnigh...
I'm still contemplating the vision of beauty that crossed my path the next day; remembering the fiery red of his hair; cut short but with enough there to allow someone's fingers to run through. I'm also remembering the stormy grey of his eyes, the ampleness of his ruby lips and the slight curve of his back, sloping down into something altogether more satisfy...
This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction so please bear with me. I may add more stories if this one is well received. I was 21 years old when I first realised that I was starting to fantasise about one of my friends. I could never remember any other occasions in my life where I had felt like this about someone of the same sex. My friend Sean was...
BOOK IV. David's Last Undergraduate Year [Books I to III should be read first] Chapter 48 Jon When I investigated my pet topic of drystone walling, I found that organisations already existed to promote repair and training in drystone walling, so that a trust along the lines of the Afforestation Trust was not necessary. What was necessary however, was a tr...