She directed us well. Working in the yard seemed to defuse all the uncomfortable tension I'd felt in the bedroom. Mr. D and I were able to talk as if nothing had happened. Without the shadow of what we'd just finished hanging over us. He worked without a shirt, so I stripped mine off to match him. I liked to watch the pull of muscles across his back as he m...
All rights reserved – this story is a work of fiction and remains the property of the writer. I returned home the next day. My wife wasn't home so I dropped my bags in the bedroom and went to take a quick shower. The hot water, soapy lather, and my wandering hands reminded me of my adventure on the road. As I became hard, I slipped my finger into my tight h...
I had been looking forward to the weekend at the retreat. It was advertised as a comfortable guest house with large well maintained gardens and close to a mature woodland which had a small stream running through it. I had been stressed at work and also getting over a bitter divorce and was needing a break so I could recharge my batteries. I was fifty five...
last sentence, chapter 32-"none that includes me." "Jackie, I'm happy with our two meetings and agree that our relationship can develop into something we can both be happy with. I just have to talk with Fred and be completely honest with him. Maybe he'll understand and not be too pissed. Maybe we'll still be friends, possibly without benefits," I said. Jac...
A few months after my first bookstore adventure in my hometown, I moved to St. Louis to continue school. It was the early 80s and urban revitalization had yet to hit downtown. There were a couple of blocks of businesses and bars on Laclede's Landing by the Arch and then a sort of no-mans-land between that and the Central West End - filled with dilapidated an...
Note: English isn't my mother tongue so have that in mind when reading, but I tried my best. Sorry for the grammar mistakes and all that jazz; be kind about it or better yet, let me know what I'm doing wrong in a respectful way. I will be publishing more often... at least for this series. Hope you enjoy! *** "Our star judge finally dares to show up!" Kenda...
Riding home in the gorgeous afternoon fall sunlight, the smell of sex remained in my nose. This was the first time a man's intimate scent provided such a lovely reminder of going down on a willing partner. And the first time my ass felt so good, providing a new sensation of satisfied pleasure sitting on the bike. The last hour had been heavenly, finding a pa...
Rupesh tore the shirt open with the hunger of a child on Christmas morning. Chocolate fondue! Rich, smooth and dark, glistening with a light perspiration, skin pouring forth from the opening he'd made. Not an ounce of fat to spoil his lean holiday treat. The decorative party ribbons that bound Ahmad's hands behind the chair forced the prisoner's succulent f...
As we exited the staircase and entered the cafeteria, there was a collective gasp from a number of the senior class whose table had them facing our direction. Miles was a few steps in front of me. "What are you doing?" asked Ryan. "I was arrested," replied Miles. Recognizing the confused look on a number of the seniors' faces, I explained, "We were in Mr....
It was a cool, late summer night and I was looking for some excitement. I was already turned on from reading several stories about men enjoying other men and decided that I would give it a try. I decided to go to a bathhouse in an area that was a few miles away from a major local university. When I arrived it was dark outside and there wasn't much foot or ca...