By Tom Collins and Jushorny *Joel * Coffee. I adore it. The rich fragrance that fills the air as it brews. The intense, bitter nuttiness of a fresh cup, and the way sweeteners only mellowed it. The cool creaminess as it flows over my tongue, making it tingle ever so slightly. The false, energetic boost as it hits the blood stream, making you feel like it m...
The Coffee Shop IV: Sex, Lies & Duct Tape. Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 2001. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as Animal360). Any...
When I first started with the company, my wife nagged me to impress my new high profile boss and climb the corporate ladder. The fact that I had passed the CPA exam before graduating from law school, coupled with the long hours I was working, caught his eye. He promoted me rather quickly to his personal assistant, not exactly the title I had in mind. I felt...
Like any good story, it dropped like a bomb. Ezra watched as it rippled through the studio, the devastation unfolding in slow motion. The ring of alerts. Screens lighting up. Then their reactions. Eyes glancing down. Jaws dropping. Ezra kept talking, feeling the white-hot lights above searing his skin. His eyes bore into the camera in front of him. "And in...
23 Minute's. Tuesday, 12pm... November Street. Waiting for the same 23 minute's I wait for everyday, too catch the 12.23pm bus too work. These 23 minutes each day I witness the same routined things, the small lady searching through her bag too find the crumpled old bus ticket which always end's up in the same back zip compartment, which is always the las...
I am 60 years old. I had just retired and was looking forward to enjoying my retirement with my wife. We were virgins when we married and though I had quite a fantasy life, we only had sex with each other. Our sex life, though difficult at times due to her night-shift job, was generally fulfilling. She was a little on the chunky side, as was I, but enjoyed s...
I thought I could do better. Even though Fruit Flies Ch 5 was good, I left out alot of materials that could've made it better. Enjoy. ***** It was a hot day on this tropical paradise. The blue sky was free of any clouds, the animal life took shelter from the unforgiving sun, while the clear blue ocean was the only source of relief. Thus the beach was over...
During summer last year, after a long day at work in a foreign city (and with an early-morning appointment the next day), I returned back to the hotel, too exhausted to explore the city any further. Instead, I made my way to the rather empty hotel bar and ordered a glass of scotch, no ice. Still in my suit, I sat down at an empty table and began browsing thr...
Just wanted to say many thanks to my editor LaRascasse, who helped me a lot on this story. Thank you for reading, comments are welcome. *** "Not so hard," he whimpered and writhed beneath the hard body pressed above him as the thick cock was driven in his ass over and over again. "Needy boy," the man above him chuckled and swivelled his hips, his cock n...
Author's Note: This chapter is considerably shorter than the others, so sorry about the length. But the next (and final!) chapter should be much longer. I hope you enjoy! - your city bird The cab ride to Thom's apartment from the bar was more than a little bit tense. The pair sat on opposite ends of the leather bench seat, the air hanging between them h...