Sam Winterberry, who had been sitting beyond the fence at the side of the court with the entourages from the palace and embassy, plucked at my arm as we passed each other and hissed, "Get to the showers ahead of him, Jack. Give him a show. I've been watching; he's interested." I didn't look around to the man who'd spoken. I'd been told not to acknowledge his...
Disclaimer: All characters involved in sexual relationships are over 18 years of age, and no minors are sexually exploited in this content. In no way are actual events or persons depicted. The mythology in this content is only loosely based on historical mythology and should not be seriously analyzed. The author of this story is not gay. Enjoy. *** We we...
Bill looked at the bank of screens in his office. Some had a newsfeed, one had a stock forum, some had live stock charts. He rocked back on his leather chair, dragged off his black-rimmed glasses and dropped them on the desk. Then raising his hands, grinding the palms into his closed eyes. He had made some good trades today, made money. Now the markets were...
This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above. *** Sometimes on the way to work I stop by a convenience for a bottle of Diet Pepsi. I know -- sodas are bad for you, including sodas sweetened with artificial sweeteners. You know what? Everything is bad for you to some extent. I happen to like the sharp taste of cola in the morni...
"I'm so nervous, my students are gonna hate me, I just know it! They're not gonna take me seriously!" I exclaim frantically as I slip on my shoes to head out the door. "I highly doubt that, 'Hot Teacher!" My roommate Jess says as she pushes me the rest of the way out. "I would literally kill to have a teacher even half as hot as you, gay or not. I doubt yo...
Janet had been gone for about ten minutes when I went on line. Tuesday was her bridge night with her old girl friends. I expected her to be out for perhaps a couple of hours based on experience. "Have a good time," I told her as she walked out the door. I guess hidden desires were surfacing. I had no idea when I first married her five years earlier that ga...
Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, and many sexless ones to come before...
I didn't know if it was the unseasonal heat or the heavy work we'd done that day or Jake's scary stories or Miguel's empty bed that kept me awake in the dormitory that night, but I had nervous energy to spare. I would doze, but I'd wake up with a start and look over at Miguel's bed, the emptiness of it now explained, and then I'd check all of the other beds...
It started with a wish. Diego made a wish one day, standing on the balcony of his top floor suite and looking out at the world revolutionized by his clean energy technology, and feeling incredibly lonely. He wished for someone to share in his life, to live out his days with him and apparently the universe was feeling extra generous because the next day Diego...
This was different. I hadn't been fucked in this position before, and I'd been fucked a whole lot since I'd been brought to the brothel in Manama, Bahrain, four months earlier. It seemed that every Saudi man coming across the causeway into Bahrain for a "what happens in Bahrain stays in Bahrain" gambling, drinking, and sex vacation wanted to fuck a small, bl...