As before, this is a story of man on man action. If you are under 18 years old, or if the subject matter is illegal in your country, don't read it. Everyone else, please leave a comment or message me with suggestions. I love writing, and consider myself a decent writer. I am, however, very new to erotic fiction, and want to improve. Leave a comment, or mes...
Pound Cakes Damn, those feet were big. Exiting the downstairs doorway of Telluride Hardware and Feed Emporium, I was absorbed in my thoughts when the hefty honkers ruined my concentration. The Nike Cross-trainers were not new, nor were they rare. Rather, the presumption of the size of the dwellers within them was what captured my attention. While many w...
[[Be forewarned, this is not a straight-to-smut story. I myself prefer plot-driven stories, so that's what I write. Any and all comments welcome ^_^ and yes I know the title sucks, my creativity dies when confronted with story names]] * "I hate that son of a bitch." Marshall ground out, glaring at the tall, dark-haired man two desks over. His back slumped...