A warm summer midnight breeze wafted over my bare torso caressing my erect nipples as I sauntered through the darkened and seemingly deserted community park nestled beside the bend of Hondondo Creek. My favorite well-worn and ragged 501's hugged my slim hips, rasping against my body in just enough of a sensual manner to augment my hormonally heightened state...
Chapter Nine: The Ultimate Pleasure Michael cried out in pain-pleasure each time Abazar cried out the word "thrust" as he concluded the story. And each thrust in the story was matched by a thrust of Abazar's cock inside the rim of Michael's channel. Despite the butter and the preparation the evening before, Abazar's thrusts, though they made Michael feel he...
All participants are over 18. ***** The dreaded day arrived: Monday. My two weeks of vacation ended and it was time to go back to work. I called in an hour before my office shift and, to my great relief, I successfully arranged to work from home for three days, but there was no avoiding returning to the office on Thursday for the team meeting. I was well...
"My, immaculate dream, made breath and skin. I've been waiting for you." -Duran Duran Chapter 4: Anger. One could call it a negative emotion. But acting out on it, with the right person, with a willing man, could make a memory that lasted forever. I burned with anger. The angry fire fueled my lust. I would never forget that night. The silence overwhelmed...
All participants are over 18. ***** The seasons changed, my college year ended and I went back home for the summer, having already paid Fritz my deposit on my room for the autumn. Back in my home town, I decided to widen my sexual repertoire and test myself. Since I had stayed with Fritz and Greg, sex had been oral and anal. I had yet to take my first woma...
Roland dithered in the shadows opposite the dimly lit window, shuffling from one foot to the other indecisively, eager to cross the wet street but cautious, looking left and right to make certain nobody he knew would recognise him in such a place: unlikely as that may be but he took no chances. His colleagues at the bank would be amazed to even imagine he vi...
I was bitter, I was angry. But I suppose I should be grateful. When I first met Drang I was a confused screwed-up twenty-year-old. You know how it is at that age, socially dysfunctional, messed in the head, moody and petulantly self-centred. But after a year with Drang I knew exactly what it's all about. Infatuated, I even dropped out of college because he w...
I was walking across campus, headed to a nearby pizza restaurant for a late lunch. Suddenly a body pressed into my back and a hand covered my eyes. Startled, I tried to get away but my unknown assailant held me tight, something cold pressed into the middle of my back. I started to struggle and then I heard his voice. "Come on, Noah," he laughed softly. "Gue...
Chapter Three: The Darkest Hour When Michael came to, he was still being carried by the hands of more than one ruffian. The dulling of the sensitivity to his eyes told him that they had entered a darkened area—cool, and damp. The contrast with the dry heat of the Cairo streets, even at night, seemed incongruous to him unless, of course, they were somewhere...
Mighty Tungsten Tuberosity, Part 2 Hallowe'en morning. All Hallows' Eve. All Saint's Eve. The beginning day of AllHallowTide, the Western Christian Feast days signaling the liturgical dedication to remembering the dead. At least, that is, the saints, the martyrs and all the faithful: those who existed in Purgatory until the Day of Reckoning or, modernly, th...