EDITED FOR GRAMMAR Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. * This story is told in real time from the mind of the main character. For clarification, thoughts will be between apostrophes. Example: 'What a great smile.' Dialog will be quotation marks with the character designation in front. Example: Ken: "Hi, good to...
In the steamy shower, under the hot water, a hand grabs your speedo clad ass and pushes you against the cold tile wall. You can't see who it is on account of the steam and they surprised you! You can tell that He is big, in more ways than one... and strong. He is holding you to the wall by your neck with one hand while his massive tool is grinding into your...
My story is about a day several months ago that changed my life forever. I am a 40-year-old single man who has been very successful in both my business and personal life. I have never been married, probably because I don't feel comfortable in long relationships. I have a very active sex drive and if I am not having it, I am thinking about it. Up until I turn...
The sole of Will's gleaming patent dress shoes crunched on some discarded condom wrappers in the parking lot. The elegantly dressed young pre-law student checked the message he got from that daddy last night. This had to be it, right? The best and oldest cruising stop in the area? A run-down truck stop with a busted sign, dingy yellow lights, with one or two...
I put a "_______" where the juicy part starts if you aren't into reading what happened during the buildup. Always love feedback. *** I was driving up to the nice part of town to watch the game at my work buddy's house. We both worked as project managers for a construction company. His wife was out of town with the kid, and he had the house to himself. Grea...
This story is intended for a mature audience who can legally view this material. It is not intended to be viewed by minors or anyone else prohibited by law to view such material. No part of the story may be reprinted or reproduced electronically without the express written permission of its author. I always enjoy the feedback. * I dreaded the news that I...
I'm a scissor freak. Not the cutting kind. The crushing kind. As in the hot, muscular legs of a young stud, a wrestling hold used to control and punish an opponent. It started when I was just over 18. Bobby was one of my best friends, same age, same class, a skinny kid but sinewy, lean, athletic. We used to wrestle a bit from time to time, and the stirring...
Authored by Thomas Stevenson and Southern Suitor. ***** "Are those new shoes?" It was the man Tommy always noticed at the bus stop. The one who always had his tie in an immaculate double windsor, a gleaming fist of silk around his neck, sharp lapels and waistcoat, crisp French cuffs and cufflinks with gleaming patent leather shoes like angular black mirror...
Something about the sheer dress socks made Charles nervous. He was at his bed, fully dressed in his best three-piece suit, lush paisley tie knotted around his crisp cutaway collar, grosgrain braces to match, silk handkerchief spilling out of his breast pocket, glittering cufflinks--the whole nine yards. But he saved the sheer socks for last. It was the way...
"Bad luck" should have been his middle name, or tattooed on his ass if this day were any indication. His head hurt, but the pain in his side was probably worse. Oliver's ribs felt broken, but he knew from experience that they were only bruised. Didn't stop it from hurting like a suma'bitch though. Shit, freaking walking proved to be a task. In fact, i...