Chapter 3: The Adventure Continues After leaving the tent, we went to Scott's house for breakfast. His younger brother and sister were there and his mom had indicated that we needed to watch out for them during the day, as she was going shopping. This sucked, because I had other plans. After breakfast, Scott went to the bathroom to shower. I then talked his...
Author's note: The subtitles are from The Beatles song "The End" this song can be found on "Abbey Road" A special thank you goes to 3113 for all your help editing and your patience-BJB ------------ And In The End The first rays of sunshine peeked through the curtains and hit me in the face waking me out of a blissful sleep. I had been pretty drunk the p...
Will dreaded going to the gym. It wasn't that he was ashamed of his physique, far from it. He had worked hard over the past couple of months to sculpt his out of shape form into a lean, mean sex magnet machine. After a bitter break up left Will shaken and full of self doubt, he became determined to look and feel his best, and to take care of Will for a chang...
Note: All characters in this novella are older than 18. [This is a completed ten-chapter novella, to be posted in six entries by mid June 2019] ***** Shepheard's Hotel Gentlemen's Dining Room, Cairo, Egypt, November 1924 The times were such that it was folly for anyone of European visage to walk the avenues and alleys of Cairo alone. It had been four yea...
My Working Day: I didn't get to work until after 9.30 and when I entered the office my boss called me over to inform me that I would be going out with Jack for the best part of the day to visit claimants who could not make it in for interviews on account of their physical difficulties. Part of me was delighted and part of me was quite apprehensive. However,...
I was running late. Breathless, I nearly ran to class. Did I really sign up for this? I couldn't believe that I actually went through with it. I had been planning on taking a sketching course that would include nudes for a very long time. Although not a great artist, I have done some good work, especially in my younger years. I figured that I would have the...
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are at least eighteen years of age. * I lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. The only sound in the room is my wife's heavy breathing. She is fast asleep. My semi erect cock lies wet along my leg. Cum is leaking from its still swollen head. My wife and I had just had an amazing session of sex. She is now f...
Please read Part 1, My wife's perspective first. Johnnie's perspective If you read my wife's version about how much I enjoyed wearing her panties please let me explain myself. Not only did Cin help me realize and accept my fetish but she freed my inner submissive and bisexuality. I'm not here to refute nor challenge Cin's interpretation of anything. It's...
When I and my wife divorced, I went my way and she went hers. She had her problems, mostly a lack of veracity, commitment and fidelity. I got an apartment and licked my wounds. I wondered if there was something wrong with me. My ex-wife was the only relationship that lasted longer than a year. And it was over before it was over, if you know what I mean. My...
A Venetian Love Story Francesco and Leonardo were twins. They were born in 1940, in Venice, in a small, decaying palazzo on one of those canals which seem to have wandered in from somewhere else and got stuck trying to find their way out. Their family was ancient and, indeed, on their mother's side, included at least one of the doges who sleep below the wat...