This is my first story so yes, I'm a virgin. In more ways than one. Let me know what you think but be gentle, please. I'd like to be broken in gently the first few times. The following is just a fantasy but I do think about activities like this all the time. I guess those that would know would say that I need someone to take control of me so I could be comfo...
I gave up smoking ten years ago, for the second time, after keeping off it for 6[six] years from the previous time. And it was worse than hard that second time, and I know I couldn't do it again. Even now my brain still starts craving tobacco whenever I smell the sweet aroma of fresh tobacco, fresh cigarettes. Even the fresh smoke exhaled across a table, mor...
I have always managed to keep my bi world in check and separate from my public straight world by always putting my wife and children first and by committing only to them—that is, possibly, with one notable exception. I had an atypical long-term relationship with an Australian colleague that seemed innocuous at least at the beginning but that has grown strong...
Two months after his 18th Birthday, As Jim laid in bed, his leg were very tired. Jim had just finished his eagle scouts project, building a bridge in the creek. Sounds stupid right? But it worked, so now he was done with scouts forever! Wait, damn, he just said he would help his scoutmaster out with a camping trip! "Fuck, fuck fuck..." he thought as he undr...
Keith spent nearly every Saturday with his history teacher, Mr. Thadaropolis. In the beginning, he told his dad that he was doing yard work and running errands for his history teacher. The forty-two year old teacher was actually married and they never went near his house. Instead, they went to a little cabin that was owned by one of Mr. Thadaropolis' friends...
6th Street Early Saturday morning Steven rolls his wheelchair out of Stubbs and rolls down 6th street and heads to the warehouse district. He bought a condo in one of the renovated buildings a few years ago when it was the hipster thing to do. A quiet industrial place that gives him inspiration for working on his steam punk style art. As he goes into the b...
All rights reserved – this story is a work of fiction and remains the property of the writer. Ann and I left Heinz home after swimming for a bit. Heading home in our separate cars I couldn't help thinking about what had just happened. I couldn't believe it but I was getting hard again just thinking about all the amazing new things I had tried. And to have A...
When I was young, I was involved in a folklore group in Pennsylvania. I was very interested in the culture and as I became more proficient in the music and language, I became one of the featured performers, and was becoming recognized throughout the ethnic community. Nick, a man who was about my parents' age and whose daughter was in our ensemble, did a lot...
Here is the final chapter of our story, hope you guys like it. Sorry it has been so long since I've posted. I should be posting more often now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ethan? What the hell are you doing here? How do you know where I live?" Mike fumed. Anthony hugged his side looking strangely at Ethan. "Your dad told me, and I just wanted to talk to you." E...
I've got the perfect job. I'm an interior designer at C###### the nationwide premier designer builder of exclusive homes. I mean, if your dream home will cost less than two million, don't even bother calling. Right? I mean, where else could a five foot tall, third generation Vietnamese Canadian, be allowed, even encourage to wear eye liner and nail polish t...