This is not a story in the traditional sense. There is no plot, there is only a small hint at the end about motivation and that there is a wider story. It is a description of a sexual event. It was inspired by seeing some photos on a blog about sex between men of disparate sizes. It is told from the perspective of the small guy. Naked. Face down. Flat on...
The following story is a work of fiction. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual situations and explicit and crude language. It is not intended for children. The situations it describes may be unsafe in real life - use good judgement and play safe, sane and consensual. Feedback is very welcome! Email the author through profile. Story codes: MM, bd, to...
There was no transition that I could ever make myself remember. One moment I was trapped in my gunner's seat in the burning B-29B bomber just moments after the raid on Osaka. Air was whistling loudly through the shrapnel holes in the fuselage, spraying me with blood from the nearly decapitated Pete in the EWO's position beside me, and I was frantically searc...
The next morning my ass, understandably, felt like it was on fire and I knew I had to give it at least a few days to calm down, which I did. The nearly nonstop sex I had recently enjoyed provided me with excellent visual images and the masturbation sessions were amazing. But taking on a cock anally at this point was unthinkable; my body was not used to it an...
Hope everyone enjoys part 3! Much love! XXX Aiden gingerly stepped into the tub and sank down into the warm water. As the liquid surrounded him, he felt himself instantly relax and found that his muscles and ass didn't sting quite as much. Though his body now felt calm, his mind was running a mile a minute, as he thought about Master Sagi's proposal. He did...
Not long after my first story occurred, the weather turned cooler and I started having raccoons coming into the vacant garage. I kept finding droppings and seeing their footprints on the walls but couldn't figure out how they were getting in. Finally, I called a company called "critter gitters" that trapped nuisance animals and they told me they'd send someo...
"I'm going to go shovel our cars out of the snow, before we get trapped here." "George, its five thirty. Come back to bed." "It snowed another forty centimeters in the last hour on top of the eighty already there, and the snow isn't letting up." "There are worse things than being trapped with you, and the sun isn't even up yet." "Come on, a shovel isn't...
I awake the next morning with a start. It is early, so very early. The mixed emotions from what would seem to be the oddest night of my life seem muted by the pounding headache that cannot be ignored. Fuck! How much had a drank last night? The answer seemed simple: too much. I also quickly realized how cold I was. Apparently Jeff thought that the one flann...
The tanker "Chelsea Bridge" was steaming westwards across the Atlantic, bound for Bayonne, New Jersey, with a cargo of domestic heating oil from North Africa. James Tully, the third engineer, had finished standing his watch in the engine room at midnight, and was dying for a drink. He showered, put on a little pair of blue shorts and a pair of flip-flops, an...
At the end of this long day, and once again chained in bed within his cell, Eren sits on his pillow, reclining against the cool stone wall. He was exhausted from another difficult day with the Survey Corps, under constant threat within treacherous territories. The expedition had been intercepted and rerouted by a collision with a small cluster of titans. Des...