People often ask me where I get my ideas from. I'm a romance novelist. Yep, I write those cheap and tawdry little paperbacks that fly off the shelves at the supermarket or the book store for $7.95 a pop; my books fill the afternoons -- and the shopping carts -- of America's housewives, fueling afternoon fantasies that their husbands can never fulfill. Oops....
Pound Cakes Damn, those feet were big. Exiting the downstairs doorway of Telluride Hardware and Feed Emporium, I was absorbed in my thoughts when the hefty honkers ruined my concentration. The Nike Cross-trainers were not new, nor were they rare. Rather, the presumption of the size of the dwellers within them was what captured my attention. While many w...
It was a late Sunday night. I was running down the streets as drizzle started falling. I had to run back home fast if I wanted to catch the new episode of True Blood. It was eight-fifty and the show would start in ten minutes. My house was twenty minutes away by car and I was only running. I thought that maybe if I could catch a cab I'd only miss like the fi...
Thoroughly Used Again Hello everyone! This is a continuation of the story, THOROUGHLY USED. In the last chapter, the main character was used by a dominating, well hung black man in an Adult Bookstore while being shared with many of the patrons and used as a cum and piss dump. This story picks up after everyone has left and he is stranded in the bookstore we...
"You think you wanna do that again?" Toby asks me mindlessly. We're in his room, playing Smash Bros on his Switch like we used to do next door. Toby's bedroom is slightly larger than mine, and he has enough space in here for a sizeable TV with an opposing couch, which the two of us are sitting on now. He's beating me in a stock match, but only barely. "No,...
My name is Kevin and this is my story. I was raised by my mother. My dad died in a car accident when I was four. My mother done her best. She never remarried and focused her time on providing for her little boy. I was finishing high school. The small town in southwest Georgia didn't have much to offer. I had the grades but not the funds to go to community...
I was sitting on the couch in the first room of my favorite gay booth store when five very hot Latino men came in. They were all wearing tight jeans and tight v-neck t-shirts with neck chains. They all looked at me and the last one winked at me. I knew I definitely had to do whatever it took to suck them off. I got up and saw them go into the back right bo...
I'm a married, closet bisexual. My wife and I don't have a very active sex life and being bi I crave a cock every now and then. The other night on the way home I decided to visit the local adult bookstore since my wife was out of town. I walked into the video booth area and found a booth with glory holes on either side. A minute later someone entered the bo...
I was 30 years old and had been married to my first wife for about 6 years. Unlike our courtship and the first year of marriage, our sex life had fallen off gradually but steadily until it was only missionary-style on Saturday nights, it seemed. I loved her, but I had (and still have) a huge sex drive, so I needed more. The internet was in its infancy at th...
I made it back to my car, but that was the extent of my ambition. I was wiped. This pattern had become all too familiar lately—whipped into a frenzy, dangled for hours in a state of intense arousal, then relieved in an explosive burst that left me physically and emotionally spent. Too early to go home without arousing suspicion, too late to go back to work...