I want to thank faithful reader Noel for helping me work through a serious writer's and making suggestions for this episode of this story. Thanks, Noel, I appreciate it. ***** From Part 4 The police officers looked at each other and then at the waiter. He was a handsome young man. Dark colouring, tufts of hair peeking above his t-shirt collar, bright toot...
It's an hour before dawn and still dark as night when I leave my house. I'm dressed in a jockstrap, shorts, and running shoes. It's mid-spring and the humid air feels like a hot wet towel as I walk down the street to warm up. I turn onto Manor Road and jog slowly west. As I pass the streetlight at the intersection of Manor and Cherrywood, an old beat-up bl...
My name is Scott. I'm twenty-two years old, I'm a professional ballet dancer with the Chandler Theatre. I've had fourteen years of ballet training, I have the coordination, agility and the stage presence that a dancer needs to be a success. I also do nude modeling and sexually explicit videos. At some point during my career at the Chandler Theatre, one of...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "Okay, Rob. What seems to be the problem?" My doctor, James Courtney, threw me a weary look as he sat himself down in front of me alongside his desk. No doubt he'd had his fill of the local hypochondriacs and nutters today. "Well, it's a bit of strange one, James," I said, hesitantly. We...
This is my first story -- hope you'll enjoy it... * A little about myself - Here I am a bit on in years (just recently received my invitation to join AARP) and still not sure what I really want from life... Decided I needed to investigate what my options might be since I'm tired of being alone. I've lived alone for decades and haven't had any excitement in...
Edgar steadied himself against the bulkhead as the wake of a passing yacht sent his own ship to wallowing and scraping against the dock. He was hunched over the sink in the closely confined space, space being at a premium even in a Latitude 44 such as he'd sailed from Marseilles to the harbor town of Horta on Azores' Faial Island. He believed that he could f...
Another short and sexy story.(I hope)&& Don't forget to rate, comment or send me feedback however you like. It is greatly appreciated. Enjoy. :) ~ExR * "Yeah, looks like I'm gonna be late coming home tonight, babe." My husband sighed, not happy at all about the news himself. I was calm though. Shit happens. "Terry gave me a shit load of paperwork t...
Chapter 2 – The Next Day The next morning, Joe left early for work and I didn't have an appointment until late in the day. So, I lounged around, looking at his DVD collection. In a small box, I found his porn stash. It was a nice selection of compilation DVD's. About twenty in all, most were straight cum shot movies, but there were four bi movies. All were...
If anyone would have told me last summer how much my life would have changed in a year, I would have thought them mad. To my immediate family and coworkers, little has changed. Whether at home, at our in-laws, or at the office, I still act no differently than I ever have. But that's pretty much what it is -- an act! In a short span of time, I have found out...
I don't think Cupid has any forethought or planned technique as to his love matching. Impishly he flies over a gathering of people, loads multiple arrows into his tiny bow, draws back and aiming high lets them fly. Then giggling mischievously, he watches as the little arrows of love rain down randomly on the prospective lovers... Our eyes met for the briefe...