Edgar is my husband of nearly six years. The last four of them have been mostly sexless. We're not out of love. Life's little traumas have a way of intruding where they have no business being. It therefore sparks excitement in me when, at 3 a.m., I feel him erect against my buttocks, between our spooning bodies. An Edgar hard-on is always cause for excitem...
"I swear I'm going to quit!" Leo protested. "No," his boss, Bob smirked, understanding my frustration and taking joy out of it. "I won't. I won't work with that... that..." "Yes?" Bob said with that low voice of his while he looked at him teasingly. He knew Leo couldn't say what he wanted to say. Not without risking an HR complaint anyway. "Fine. But...
I was nearly ready, very close to coming. Nguyen had already come. I had felt him stiffen, knowing he was about to come, and had put my hands under him, raising his belly off the sheets with the palm of one hand and encasing his hard cock with the other and stroking him until he had spilled his seed. And then I had taken him by the waist and lowered his mids...
I gave up smoking ten years ago, for the second time, after keeping off it for 6[six] years from the previous time. And it was worse than hard that second time, and I know I couldn't do it again. Even now my brain still starts craving tobacco whenever I smell the sweet aroma of fresh tobacco, fresh cigarettes. Even the fresh smoke exhaled across a table, mor...
I was stuck in a traffic jam on the freeway. I usually work from home but that day my boss was interviewing someone for a new position. He asked me to sit in on the interview and ask any relevant questions that occurred to me. I knew I wasn't going to make it. I called him and told him I was stuck in a traffic jam. He said that he'd heard about a huge pile-u...
"See it there? The dock? Look up the path and you can just see the red roof." With that the pilot banked the DHC Beaver float plane, circling the lake, checking for boats and the wind direction. He throttled the big Prat and Whitney radial engine back, lowered the nose and the flaps, and down we went. We'd been up since before dawn, loading Mr Nash's Linco...
(Note to the reader: This is a revised and augmented version of the original story.) This story contains descriptions of unprotected sexual activity. Such behavior in real life exposes the participants to the utmost risk. This fictional account, meant purely as fantasy, is in no way intended to promote it. As Travis walked along a busy street that morning...
A New Career Opening For A Dirty Slut... I wake up naked in bed between two naked men. I can feel the closeness of their body-heat, the touch of their skin. I'm scared. Where am I? Who are these guys? I lie as perfectly still as I can. It's dark, I can't see far. Although the intimate warmth is already have an arousing effect on me. It doesn't mean anything...
I hadn't expected him to show up last night. Hell, I wasn't aware he knew where I lived, so imagine my surprise when he was the unexpected guest blowing up my front door. I wished I could've said it was hard to watch him breakdown before my eyes, but I can't. If I was willing to admit it or not, my masculinity had desperately needed the encouragement that I...
Mr. One Fifty-Eight picks up where Chris Donaldson left off. Chris Donaldson and Justin Corvino were roommates during their sophomore year in college, which has just ended. Justin began the year by forcing Chris to suck his cock, and their daily sexual activity gradually grew into an intense, Dom/sub oriented relationship. Chris' feelings for Justin deepened...