At night I sometimes find myself unable to sleep. On those occasions I know what I need to do. I throw the covers off me and put a hand on my cock. It's odd, but I have learned over time that when I masturbate, I often get a bigger charge fantasizing about near-misses than about times I actually scored. Never have figured out what that means. Does mean I...
This is the second part of If You Could Do It Again. Thanks for reading and please vote and comment!! I'd like to thanks Julri and Nomoretears for their help and technically savvy! * The alarm clock on his bedside table shrieked with it's insistent noise. Paul opened his eyes and saw the familiar surroundings of his bedroom. He was back in two thousand an...
"Matt, I need some help." Huh, I thought to myself. Why was it that people often called me when they needed assistance? Because I am a talented person, capable of handling a diverse selection of issues? Possibly. Or maybe it was due to the fact that I always kept my cool, no matter the obstacle. After years of dealing with other peoples' problems, though, I...
Waltz In The Dream Atarah sits in her hut as she dips a handmade brush into a vial of octopus ink, and paints onto a large leaf with different symbols and elaborate designs. She presses her brush to her chin as she ponders for a moment as to how or what to base her next project on. It's been a while since a merfolk showed up in her river, seeking help, and...
Harry Bolton had been in Beirut about a year. He was one of the more noticeable gems in the motley collection of expatriates from this or that Western country who centered our lives on the American University of Beirut for a taste of the cultures we otherwise, and for different reasons, were escaping. He was an academic from a rather vague, but obviously wea...
Here is my first attempt at a story. * * * * * "It's so hot!" I mumble to myself. I imagine eggs sunny side up in a frying pan sizzling away. Those damn commercials "this is your brain, this is your brain on drugs" (if no drugs are available, 105 degree heat will do just fine!). I'm stripped down to just my boxers, sprawled out on my bed, fan on full bl...
The final part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === >> NOTE TO READERS >> I wanted to add a message to this final part of 'Butt Monkey' to say, firstly, thanks for reading and following my story (especially if you've very kindly messaged me to express your appreciation) and, secondly, to find out if you would like me to...
A BOY WHO CAME IN FROM THE COLD – CHAPTER 16 © Sadie Rose Bermingham 2006 "Another weekend, another chapter. There is a double warning on this one; it's a very, very sad chapter, although no one actually dies... I'm the not the porn version of J K Rowling just yet! Also there is some non-consensual activity at the heart of this segment. I've tried my best...
Peter telephones Robert for anal sex to finish what he started on the train. "Hello?" "Hi Robert. This is Peter. I, um, met you on the—" "I know who you are Peter," said Robert. "It's not every day that a stranger pulls up my dress, pulls down my panties, and fucks me up the ass on a crowded train," he said with a laugh. "Please call me Roberta." "I was...
I was playing around and cooling off in the surf from an intense pickup beach volleyball game. It was hot as hell and there seemed to be a thousand people on the beach and in the water. In the holiday spirit most people are nice and fun to be around so I enjoy the time I spend in the Gulf waters. I swim almost every day of the year in balmy Florida, even the...