The summer of 1976 was especially hot. It was late August and I was studying in the library at college but found it impossible to concentrate. Every time I looked out of the window I could see carefree people in the quad, laughing, enjoying life, making the most of the wonderful, warm weather. I felt left behind, stuck in this mausoleum reading but not takin...
Chapter 77: Anguish "Do you even have a permit?" Harold said. "Yeah, I got one." Adam said as he takes out his wallet and pulls it out, "I'll be right back, we're only parked one level." "I don't know, man," Harold said, "Aren't you supposed to have someone with you when you don't have a license?" "I'll be right back," Adam dismissed, "It's literally 5 s...
Party Pizzazz Ch. 02 by BJ Michaels If Tommy hadn't kept such a close eye on me all night at the party I would've ended up as a boy-toy for one of those rich men. That's what he told me afterwards in the car on the drive to his apartment. "Lucky for you I happened to overhear those five assholes bidding on you or you'd belong to one of them now," he said...
"Still hurt, Sequence?" Tulip asked as she helped him wash the next morning. "My arms are ok. My side still hurts a bit. A little tear. I'll be ok." Sequence replied quietly. "You nervous?" Daffodil said. "Can't walk in those shoes. I'll fall, he'll be angry." "Small, high steps." "High?" "Yeah, lift your knees high but keep the steps small." "Ok, I c...
The fanfare of the New York fashion show's success had hugged the Lifestyle's column for almost a week. Prominently displayed was Damon's smiling photograph; so suave and debonair. He was the new darling of the world of haute couture. There was even one caption introducing him as the most available bachelor of the year. Cindy was swamped with calls from wom...
All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on...... THURSDAY 1ST APRIL 2010 A new month has begun and the Easter holidays l...
We stood naked before a large mirror in his bathroom. I studied my reflection while Richard ran hot water over a washcloth. Moments earlier we had given each other handjobs as we sat on his living room couch. I had willingly stroked a man's erection and allowed him to do the same for me. I didn't appear any different in the mirror but I knew I had suddenly...
Imagine a large dark room filled with entrancing electronic music punctuated by flashing lights. Deep bass throbs in the ear. On the dance floor a meadow of arms and legs sway in the audio breeze, and despite ample air-conditioning the atmosphere is rich with sweat and sex. Somewhere in that primordial sea of bodies I dance. Topless, sweaty, and with what I'...
The neglected classic of erotica called 'Horatio Cockblower', published under what is most likely the pseudonym 'Dick Diver', is a kind of sado-erotic version of CS Forester, set in maritime Napoleonic days. It is geographically incorrectly subtitled 'a tale from down-under', unless that's intended as a pun on the genital zones? In their exhaustive study of...
My life was at a low ebb in the middle of last year. My marriage had just broken up – I didn't really even understand why, my wife seemed to just lose interest in the whole thing – I was sick of my job, and I couldn't see a future for myself. At 28 I felt totally useless and washed up. On a whim I walked into work one day and told my boss to shove his job, a...