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"Why don't you call him and see if he can come over this weekend?" Lynn asked in response to my question about when we might see Ben again. I took a long sip on my coffee. I hadn't thought about the prospect of getting together so soon and I wasn't sure I liked the idea. I was well past trying to deny that I'd found the inclusion of Ben in our sex life exhil...
I walked in after Steve and he told me to stand in the corner looking to the door, with my feet apart. My hands held to my neck, my newly acquired tits wobbling in from of me, my walk forced to be bow legged by the big beast of a plug that was clenched by my hungry hole. Master S walked in a minute or two later and stopped in front of me, crossing his muscu...
Today you were arrested. For murder no less, last night your home was invaded by gangsters, you defended yourself , but the "court" didn't care. However... A young man in a dalmatian styled suit approached you from outside your cell, "hello" he said in calm blank tone, the thin golden zippers on his suit shining in the dark hallway "...
We proudly present the third and final part of the first in a series of unjustly neglected underground classics of erotica, revived and reinterpreted for your entertainment and pleasure by Tristan Trotsky, a noted dilettante of decadent literature. --- 0 --- But meanwhile, the reader might well enquire, what of Swift Nick, what has happened to the Dandy H...
Peter Thorne parked the cruiser in front of the sheriff's building, looked at the stone work of the fortified frontage then switched off the engine. Peter was in Arizona working as a sheriff's deputy in an exchange scheme which was taking place between the British and American governments where law enforcement officers of both countries who were of suitable...
As I got dressed that morning I started to wonder what I had let myself for. I had volunteered to act as a Marshal in a Kiltwalk charity fund raising marathon walk from Glasgow and ending in Baloch Park. I had already attended a training session where we learned the course route, where the choke points were and the food and water stations. We also learnt wh...
The pulse of love.. I was being interviewed by sex magazine incorporated and like that guy who interviews celebrities on TV -there were no holds barred and I felt comfortable and able, without inhibition or hesitation to candidly answer the questions put to him about his life. Asked about what was the best thing about being in a committed relationship as I...
"I can't believe that you believe this little piece of shit!" The roar of Hardy's voice and the sight of Tommy lifting from his feet and slamming into the wall froze Caiden into place. He looked into the hollow eyes of Hardy's ghost, the swirling luminous vapor translucent in the daylight. Tommy moaned and arose, flexing his back and staring at the appariti...
For a few years Tommy Murphy and I were fucking in secret. We were both on the rugby team, both had girlfriends, as far as anyone knew we were both straight as arrows. But Sunday mornings most weeks I'd rock up to his place for a couple of hours. He'd make us a cuppa, we'd go out to the back shed and then I'd bend him over his workbench, pull down his shorts...