He hoped Lucien hadn't decided he wasn't coming and had left. Paulu had turned the sheep over to his younger brother, Petru's, care, and that had taken longer than he anticipated. Petru was such a donkey. But then, Paulu supposed he'd been a donkey too when his father had trained him to the shepherding. It wasn't as easy a task as many thought—certainly not...
Like many men late in life I began having bi curiosities. In my teens and twenties, I would have never even considered fooling around with another guy. I'm not sure if that comes from peer pressure, fear, inexperience or just lack of one's own self confidence. I was in my mid-thirties when I had a girlfriend who really opened my eyes sexually, pushed me pas...
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Daniel lazily stared at the ceiling. It was Tuesday. Monday, he slept most of the day away, due to the pain meds. Heck, even just regular Tylenol made him sleepy, so the codeine really zonked him out. Today, he wasn't in that much pain anymore, so he'd skipped his mid day dose. He wasn't sure what he was going to do the rest of the week either, but he was su...
Tony dozed, as Jonathan slept soundly. He woke suddenly looking toward the door. It was closed. Standing he went to the bed checking the patient. Jonathan lay on his right side sleeping soundly. He checked the urine bag, seeing it would be soon that he would need to change it. Tony looked through the darkness. Something wasn't right. Reaching up over the y...
At first I thought he must be selling something. He looked clean-cut and respectable, with a smart bomber jacket over his crisp white shirt and wearing a pair of black trousers and trendy geek-chic specs. He stopped me as I was walking out of the HMV shop in Birmingham city centre, opening with a refreshingly polite 'excuse me sir' and throwing me his best...
Taking a deep breath they both follow me the rest of the way. I find that Chancey has returned. He's in the kitchen. He looks up when we enter and glares at me. "Remind me never to leave the grounds again." "Was Mario that much of a handful?" "Mario was exactly what he said he'd be. He taught me the herbs to look for and left me to gather them, while he w...
November, 1940, Country Estate of Roger Morris, York, England Lying on his back, legs bent and spread on the four-poster bed of newspaper mogul Roger Morris, Bryan Sinclair steeled himself to take the last, largest, of the graduated, tear-drop-shaped balls Morris was forcing into his ass. He'd had his eyes shut tight at the effort but opened them when the l...
"Oui, Oui! Baise-moi! Baise-moi!—Yes, yes, fuck me! Comme ça! Plus profound!—Like that. Deeper." I lay on the plastic sheeting on the hotel room bed, my hands gripping the brass rungs of the headboard overhead, my eyes wide, focused on the suddenly cruel smile on the face of the French businessman sitting next to me on the bed. The ceiling fan in the hot Ni...
My world collapsed when on that fateful Friday afternoon where all twenty of my fellow colleagues and myself were assembled in the showroom to be told that we were all being made redundant. The cheque for two week's severance pay wouldn't last me long for I'd only not long ago signed a rental lease on the flat where I was at present now residing. I saw the...