Adrian's back in the office after four days not smoking, with a promise of getting a blow-job from Dan on Saturday if he keeps it up. *** I get up a bit later on the Thursday, to avoid the rush hour. It's not that the crowds are much less after nine, but they're sure a lot less stressed about it. I'm all suited and booted to meet these arsehole clients....
Dan responded to the ad Laura placed on Adrian's behalf on Saturday night. They ended up hanging out on Sunday, with Dan receiving more fellatio before going home to bed. All Adrian's point of view for the next few chapters. Comments appreciated, unless they're insults or rants about NI or other politics. _____________ I get to sleep just fine, and wake...
One If nothing else, this new health craze was having a positive effect, even if it was in ways not originally intended. Of course I had been getting more than enough exercise in and out of bed. I'd had more sex in the last six months than I had in the previous ten years put together. That combined with the fact that my partner frowned and fussed every time...
For those who haven't read them or have forgotten, you may have to read the previous stories to know how we got to this point. I hadn't intended for this to be series, but it turned out that way and this will be the last story under this series title. As we left off at the end of Chapter 3, Wayne and I had just fallen asleep after making love at a remote ca...
I had been married eight years when my wife discovered I'd been watching gay porn. After we'd tried everything to have children without success (turns out my guys didn't swim so well), we had drifted apart. I'd turned to compulsively watching and jerking off to porn and eventually had grown bored with every available category of straight video and migrated t...
Chapter One: Flying to Sydney "Forever is a really long time." The phrase kept running through Allen's mind as, face turned toward the window of the crowded jumbo jet high above the Pacific, he feigned an attitude of sleep. He had tired of the chatter of the businessman in the middle seat several thousand miles ago. It had been a mistake to tell the man he...
Reminiscences of a Grammar-School Boy By Jason Land These are the reminiscences of a working class, grammar school boy in the years immediately following the end of the Second World War in May 1945 in the industrial north of England. My name is Jonathan David Robertson and I was born in June 1936 so that in 1945 I was eleven years old. For those of my re...
Foreword My regular readers will all be well aware of the fact that my stories tend to be rather long, This, my latest offering is no exception and runs in total to some 43,000 + words. Set in the near future in post Brexit Britain, it explores how four different establishments react and adapt themselves to the latest law, which once again allows corporal p...
CHAPTER 1 – INTRODUCTION Hi it's me, Jo Ashram, I'm back again, putting pen to paper (or rather fingers to keyboard) to carry on where I left off with "Becoming a Model Patient". It's been a week since the private party, life is resuming some semblance of normality and my body has stopped aching from the ordeal it endured the previous week! It is now the Un...
Chapter One I woke up rather dreamily but knew exactly where I was as I stretched and felt the warmth of the man next to me. Yesterday had been my twenty first birthday, an event in its own right, but it was also the day I had got married to this man lying in bed beside me. I loved and was loved in return by him and I wriggled that little bit closer to the...