I woke up to the horrid sound of my alarm clock. I looked over and saw the red numbers saying 7:20. I don't know why I thought it was ever a good idea to go to the gym in the mornings. Something about being more motivated, or some shit like that. I quickly realized that I couldn't feel the warmth on my back as I had when I fell asleep. So I turned over and r...
The weather mid-fall crisp and clear, parking just three car lengths from the entrance to the bathhouse almost precisely at 3pm, a full hour after the Saturday opening time, all good omens. Now, anticipation started growing into horny desire, considering how a month had passed since my last bathhouse visit. And it had been a year since my first visit - well,...
Prologue Every tale begins with something special and meaningful. The glories of a youthful love affair, of finding the ONE, eyes snapping to yours and consuming each other in a passionate fire. It would be fate, a meeting made for the twilight fires of middle age, telling mutual friends of their adorable and instantly known love story as everyone reminisce...
Cassidy stared as Gavin led Emmett into the club. She smirked to herself, proud of the match. She knew they would get along. There was only one problem: Gavin was a little too crazy for Emmett. It was readily apparent, written all over his face and in his eyes. At least with Emmett he didn't have to worry about being obvious in that manner. She could tell, t...
My Neighbor Made Me Do It Ch. 7 by: CapnSteelBoy Thanks again to all the readers out there! I hope this spicy chapter relieves some of your own tension! Don't forget to like and comment, I want to know what you think. Feel free to message me instead if you hate the idea of public comments. Cheers! --------------------------------------------------- Chapt...
Dear Readers, Sorry for being away. Hope you'll enjoy something a little different. —Steve ***** Part I: The Friday For the words: "You're too young." May their shallow depth be recognized. The day that Professor Jason Argos, MFA, handed back the memoir assignments to his Creative Nonfiction class, Ben Patterson was uneasy. It was unlike Profes...
To say that Maurice was a happy man; was to understand first his suffering and then his pleasure. Maurice would go to work with a smile on his face, until he saw the woman who was making his life a miserable hell. He would watch her show off her engagement ring and brag about the plans for her wedding. Maurice would tell everyone, he was wishing her all t...
I crawled into bed later that night, tired and alone, back at my apartment. Earlier in the day we had agreed that a break--even for just one night--was a healthy move. For a while I had half-expected Mikey to later succumb, to turn to me in the car, for instance, and tell me that he wanted to stay over after all. I knew later, certainly after our walk down t...
Catherine and Norma didn't intend to spend the weekend with their nineteen-year-old boyfriends, but they followed their new instincts. It led them to a night of rough passion in Catherine's home. Both women had grown lucky with their multiple prospects. One of them included having to snag two young men who admired them for who they were, both inside and out....
(This is my first work online so I am really excited to share it. This story may confuse you from reality and fantasy, but stick with it!) My name is Ralph Sycamore, I am 22, and I still have an imaginary friend. Well, he isn't really a "friend" so to speak. He is more like an imaginary boyfriend. I know its sad, but I've always been shy, so I haven't real...