((Sorry everyone there isn't any sex in this. I split the chapter and so the sex was cut out. I promise to make up for it in 7 and 8)) "He had been distant this week. Every time I tried to invite him out he'd find an excuse. I feel like he knows I'm hiding something from him. I mean I'm not hiding it on purpose; I'm just waiting for the right time to tell...
Chapter Six -- Do Cats Eat Bats? Carter had never known the blessing of having a personal assistant, but as a programmer, it wasn't like he needed one. He wasn't even a good team player, and he worked as a freelancer for that reason. But leaving everything in Mark's professional hands had made him feel relieved. Tomorrow, he was going to go to work and have...
I woke up looked at the clock, it was 10 am the sun was out and hot, it was a beautiful day. I rolled out of bed realizing that I had cum all over me, in my hair, in my mouth and leaking out of my boi pussy. I peeled off my 40 D breast forms and headed to the shower. While in the shower, I thought about my plans for the day and the coming night. I remember...
Our names are Charles and Tom this is our story of our weekend away with the boys to Amsterdam; it all started with our usual Friday night pub meet in the centre of Manchester without wife's or girlfriends; it was our night, free of ties. We were having a heated discussion about nothing of importance, as one does on Friday nights. This time was what we wou...
The first week of the semester was as crazy as could be. It wasn't enough that I was juggling my new classes, settling into my new apartment, and all that other stuff that I'd expected to do. Now, on top of all that, I was setting out on a new relationship— and that was the part that terrified me the most. I still hadn't gotten used to the word "boyfriend"....
When I awoke the next morning the clock showed 8:23. Mike was lying next to me with his head propped up on his right hand, carefully studying me. His expression was anxious. "Morning, Matt," he said with a grin. It took me a minute to get my bearings. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and felt his hand wrap around my morning hard-on. "Hey, Mike," I finally...
Disclaimer: All of the characters depicted in this story are a work of fiction and are over the age of 18. ***** Chapter 1: Anticipation It has always seemed incredible to me how the mind can take a simple act and elevate it to the sublime. Anticipation of the event can be every bit as euphoric as the act itself. The torment of wanting but not sating can...
We've been in service to blacks for 6 months now. Mom, my wife Cindy, and I have completely devoted ourselves to the pleasures of the Superior African race and Leon. The club where Leon has us working is a nice dinner club on the waterfront in S.W. Washington, DC. We work as greeters and servers with a few other white couples and single white women. All of...
"Hey, man," he shook hands with Thompson, and eyed the limo with growing unease. "Couldn't he just send word where should I be?" A few people were staring at them. Jake waved at them. "It's good to have limo drivers as friends," he spoke to his neighbors, and the people just laughed. He turned towards Thompson with a serious expression on his face. "I r...
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