I fled Marty's hot tub as soon as I came fully back into consciousness. They had left me there, hunched over in the seat of the hot tub, and were now much more interested in each other than in me. Neal was still standing there when I brushed by, and we exchanged looks. I was too exhausted and conflicted to flirt in any way, but he gave me a look that told m...
Our First Meeting I had a highly sensitive job which kept me from exploring my personal fetishes for years, but I couldn't take it anymore. I changed careers and found something I could do that was much less public and could be free to explore. I found myself on a fetish site, had an account, and took pictures of myself, no faces of course, in my favor...
It was quite a step up, from senior waiter in the formal dining room to senior evening desk clerk. All of the lower-end staffers at The Madison were careful to congratulate Philip—perhaps a bit too careful, formally, and perfunctory on the part of many of them. Philip knew it was a leap-frog advancement, although he thought he'd done a fine job in the dining...
You ask what the secret is to my lying down for you, opening my legs to you, rolling my pelvis up for deep access, pulling your cock inside me, moving my core with the rhythm of you—what the key is to receiving the height of passion, the depth of service, the ultimate pleasure of total surrender to you from me? I don't ask for much; just a few minutes of ult...
I walk with my hands in my sweater's pocket and the hood on. As usual the lights go off since its closing time. The smell of the dumpster disturbs me but it will only be for a minute until I reach the door. Normally there's always two or three teenagers smoking nearby but today the space between the bar and the motel is empty. I've offered him my service si...
This is a short story, extremely short compared with previous submissions I've made. Yet, it is a truthful admission of actual events in the life of the story teller. I am the writer of the story, not the teller of it. * Being a boy in the 1950s and a teen in the 1960s opened my eyes to things I never imagined. As a boy, I played outside and mothers in th...
Putting it mildly Ambrose, my first West Indian patron was much bigger than I had envisaged. And I don't just mean torso wise, he was a tall guy yes, and sturdy but not overweight but he had a huge erection which created a bit of a problem. But the thing is, from the first time I met him on a social network I liked him, he was all smiles and had bundles of...
I am a good looking 45 year old straight man with a slim toned body and what I would say small to average in the pants. 5 inches rounded up is what it measures. From looking at porn and seeing plenty of girls taking men with quite large and thicker dicks, I started to get very curious about what one would be like to hold and play with. One day on the intern...
I heard the hum of a well-tuned engine out in front of the restaurant and turned to the window to see who was gliding in. The car, a beautiful, new silver Porsche 911 Carrera, didn't make it as far as a marked-off parking space before it stopped, at somewhat of an awkward angle, taking up two spaces. I paused with the thought of whether he'd parked that way...
Jamie sat with Dillon in the sheriff’s office, waiting as patiently as he could manage while Brandon chugged down a gallon of coffee. When he realized they were both watching him, Brandon looked up with an apologetic grin. “Sorry about that. I was up all night trying to wrap up this case.” “I know. Nate called me.” Dillon gave Jamie a hesitant glance befor...