I never actually really liked beaches. Sand would find its way into places on my body that I didn't know was possible to even get sand in, and it wasn't like I rolled around on the beach or volunteered to have my cousins bury me in the ground and build a curvaceous bikini-worthy model on top, like those cheesy photos where the idiots are grinning just above...
* * * * * * * Dave Steve was acting strangely all night. I made his favourite dinner just so I could hear him moan when he ate it, and he didn't disappoint me. It's not the way I'd like to make him moan, but still has an effect on my body. I had to take my small pleasures where I could find them. Even in the pub he was quiet and as I chatted to our other...
Chapter 4: New York The headquarters of our company are in New York City, and every September the accounting directors of all the subsidiaries and international operations meet for a week-long conference that would bore most people into a coma, but which we eagerly anticipate, and not only because of the venue. Hell, even the guys based in New York look for...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
I am lying naked on red satin sheets waiting expectantly for my lover to emerge from the bathroom. Eight scented candles surrounding the bed illuminate the room. The luxurious softness of the sheets--the intoxicating aroma from the candles makes me feel special; I am wanted and needed. His name is Justin and we met only four days ago, and in that short t...
SUNDAY AS BUSY AS SATURDAY On Sunday morning Chante crawled in bed with Marcel and whispered in his ear, "I just want to cuddle this morning." "Okay but it is good to feel your body next to mine." "I was thinking about the bathhouse. That was very scary. I don't know what would have happened if Sabastian had not done something." "He said it was due to in...
Don't get me wrong – I love women. I've been fucking them for most of my life, and I haven't gotten any complaints. I mean, I have no reason not to like them. What guy wouldn't like a girl's lips wrapped around his cock, slurping like some rabid, toothless animal? Or what about when they straddle you with their curvy hips and ride you like they just got back...
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After I got home of course I jacked off immediately and fell asleep around 4:30 or 5:00 AM. I woke up around 8:30 so horny I could barely stand it. Another masturbation session did nothing to stave off my perpetual state of arousal, and the slippery feeling deep inside me excited me all the more. Secret sex. Forbidden sex. It happened. After I masturbated y...
I awoke early in the morning with John's huge cut frame lying on top of mine. Head nestled against my neck, his breath came out in calm even intervals, steaming hot. He was sleeping like a sated bear, ready for the long winter. I, however, was aching all over. My throat was aching, my legs were spread open and sore—probably because I had maintained this posi...