AUTHOR"S INTRODUCTION: This is a story about five pages in length for all of those bisexual husbands who intuitively know they are not alone in their desires to have another man in their lives. It's also for those wives who love their husbands but wish for a little more excitement in their marriage. And it's for those single men who are by nature confident a...
Even though Brandon had seen pictures of Wilson, the image he’d built of him in his mind was of a man with almost super-human abilities, able to blend in anywhere at any time. A chameleon capable of wreaking havoc and destruction of mammoth proportions. He’d inflated Wilson, made him into some type of mythological phantom. Now he saw him for exactly what he...
Chapter 4 - Back In The Saddle Again I woke Saturday morning with sunlight streaming into my face. I was alone in the bed, Tamam was missing. Damn I thought. I had only woken in his arms once but it felt natural to have him spooning me. Having his powerful arms wrapped around me. My head tucking under his. Was this how it was to be now? We would have our fu...
The phone has been ringing off the hook for the last week. "Historic costumes," I paused and waited for the inevitable question given it was October. "Yes, ma'am, we do rent for Halloween. No, we only carry costumes from pre-nineteen hundred." I rolled my eyes at the Hanna Montana as a slut request. "Yes, we have several pirate costumes in stock." Holding...
Hello everyone and welcome back! As this story is reaching about 1/3 of the way through, there's going to be more storyline (and just as much fucking, if not more), meaning chapters are getting a tiny bit longer. Reminder that it IS recommended to read the previous chapters to understand this one. Happy reading! --------- Monday is a nightmare. I sit...
When I got to college, I was the only freshman in the senior dorm. I had planned to go to another school but at the last minute I changed my mind. Richards Institute where I had originally planned to go had a wonderful fine arts program, which was my field; but I had been accepted at Rodgers University, and when push came to shove I just couldn't give up the...
Pain. Hot. Blinding. Horrid pain. There was heat and wetness. But all I knew was pain. Over and over the waves of agony swelled inside me. I opened my eyes but could barely see the twisted mound of metal that was once my car. Panic rose inside me. I looked as far as my head would pivot, but I saw little but blurriness. Sharp needles screamed inside my head w...
In which our hero has a dream. I am in an odd place as I can feel her hips but I cannot see any part of her. She is on top of me sliding up and down on my engorged cock. I can hear myself moaning in pleasure. My hands are on her hips, guiding her up and down, setting the pace. She descends all the way and I feel her pubes pressing on my own, my cock rigidl...
Chapter 22. In which our hero enjoys an afternoon delight. It is Sunday afternoon and the last lap of the race has just started. Two of my teammates are behind me and we are in the lead group of twenty or so. Our sprinter is the last in line. My job is to keep us near but not at the front until we are within the last mile before the finish line. My legs...
The unsafe sexual practices portrayed in this story are not to be taken as a recommendation. Chapter 6 - Decisions Owen walked into the drawing room to meet his new footman, and was stopped in his tracks: Even the haggard expression and painfully slim figure did not prevent him from seeing the resemblance; it was unmistakable, from the radiant brown eyes...