If someone had told me this morning that I would be spending my evening with my mouth wrapped around someone's throbbing erection, I would have punched them in the face until they bled. It was, by all accounts, the hottest day of the year so far. I had woken up in a pool of my own sweat and drool, groaning when I saw that the A.C had been switched off by my...
I entered the new apartment with anticipation and a bit of fear. We discussed erotic massage but I was unsure of exactly what I was walking into... Is he a good guy, will he respect boundaries and go at the speed to make me comfortable, or will it get out of hand? If I were to get beaten up or robbed I can't really call the police... What am I worried about?...
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February, 1941, The Baron's Austrian Castle Bryan, now reverting to Paul for the trip, wasn't sure what reception Timothy and he would receive at Baron Von Holst's mountain chalet; it had taken time and effort to establish that that's where the baron could be found, although Paul hoped it would be, as it was closer to the Swiss border than his castle was. P...
"Oh, Philippe. OH, Philippe!" The dark, handsome young Moroccan had been murmuring Philip's name when the American adventurer had started rimming him but was now crying his name out insistently as Philip split his curvaceous butt cheeks with his hard, throbbing cock and thrust down, once, twice, three times. "Philippe!" the Moroccan exclaimed and writhed und...
The next two years were the happiest of Peter's life. He was constantly walking around with a hard on in his jeans. He finally broke down, buying a cell phone when most of his customers asked him for a repeat performance. He had quite the little nest egg saved up to. At $500.00 a trick, with 4-5 tricks a night, six days a week, he quickly became the richest...
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Our names are Charles and Tom this is our story of our weekend away with the boys to Amsterdam; it all started with our usual Friday night pub meet in the centre of Manchester without wife's or girlfriends; it was our night, free of ties. We were having a heated discussion about nothing of importance, as one does on Friday nights. This time was what we wou...
Thanks for all the comments. Please remember this is purely a fantasy story, I write about things that get me excited and I'm glad to see it excites my readers too. *** Later that afternoon the sky had become overcast, Lucent was grateful for the change in the weather as his skin was starting to burn but that was the least of his problems. They had been...
In the near distance, the lilting voice of Ping—Tranquility—supported by strums on his lute, set the mood in the summer pavilion, where the heat of the two young men added to the warm, humid breeze wafting down the Yangtze River and whispering up to the nanleshijia—the male pleasure house—setting the bamboo shoots screening the summer pavilion swaying and ad...