Uncomfortably Full / Agonizingly Empty I paced in circles, naked in a worn-out motel. The room was old and dingy and the furniture was chipped and tired. I squished my toes in the carpet, an old 1970's style brown shag carpet. It was dirty and matted with age. It stuck to my bare feet as I stepped. I tried desperately to ignore that pit in my stomach. My g...
From the holes in the crate I saw a flag. I was in Texas. I had learned that the plane was a Company plane. It was full of slaves in crates all around me. The conversations we had were enlightening. Female slaves tended to hate service completely I heard from them it was because many were prostituted. There was only one female on that flight that truly lov...
I'd been friends with Steve for quite a while, we used to be co-workers before he got a new job but we still met up to hit the gym or go fishing together on occasion. We also had another thing in common that came out by accident, I'd forgotten I was wearing a pair of pink lace panties until we had got to the gym one night and only realized when I pulled down...
Thanks to everyone for the positive feedback and encouragement. I am still working out length, and such. * Gabe He was cute, rugged but cute. I only had to deal with the Mommy and then I would get a chance to hear his voice. Low, I figured. His voice would be low and a little bit gravelly. Then Rob, the store manslut, had to do his nightly flirtation-rot...
Thomas and I had arranged to meet at JFK Thursday after work, in order to catch a late evening flight to Detroit. I had been making good time, but as Elaine famously said on Seinfeld, no one's ever beaten the Van Wyck. After advancing about two sub-compact-sized car lengths in twenty minutes, I became paranoid that I wouldn't make it and that Thomas would th...
My alarm jolted me out of a sweet dream: I was lying on my stomach spread eagle, hands clenching my sheets. I'd almost come....I recalled the last image of the dream: I was balls deep in my ex, fucking her with all my strength. Dustin was hanging on my back riding me in my grudge fuck of my ex. I'd ride down into her; Dustin rode down into me....I swung out...
This is a prequel story to "Silas's Choice" ***** Carlos was finishing his set on the drums when he saw his two minders move toward the gambling floor of the Toscana. He took advantage of that to lay his sticks aside and hop off the platform at one end of the club's floorshow room. Looking as nonchalant as he could, he sauntered back to the murky corner wh...
"Phil, don't be stupid!" "Don't call me stupid, I know what I saw!" "You saw me talking to a guy, that's it!" "Bullshit. Fucking bullshit is what it is. We go out to a club and you flirt with the first guy you see. Every time! You flirt with every guy there but me. I'm sick of it!" Phil turned, walking away. Jake sighed. "Wait, Phil, come on, we can tal...
We raced back to the campsite around dark, after making a mad dash through a local grocery store to ad some credibility to why we were gone so long. As it turned out, no one was back from climbing, so when they did return, it was business as usual, cooking outside in the cold, and shooting the shit until bedtime. Me and Lucas sneaked smiles at each other, an...
Danny's session at the wall left him weak kneed, apprehensive, and feeling a little guilty about maybe moving too far too fast. And he suddenly felt exposed and robbed of his privacy. He saw that there was a hook over the peephole, and he hung a bath towel on that that dropped low enough to cover the glory hole as well as the peep hole. He wouldn't keep it t...