Wow!! Look at the time of the year!! But what a great time to read a story about nature and human life than in the greatest time of the year...spring!! Yes, this was for the Arbor Day challenge but I don't care. Still show your appreciation by commenting and liking the story. Special thanks to WayneSB for spending his time and effort on making this story bet...
I've added a few notes in between parts to clarify things, hope it helps ^-^ hope y'all like it. -----Virgil----- I could feel his hard on pressing against me in his sleep and it bugged the shit out of me. Every time I tried to scoot away he held me closer and pressed it against me, grinding. "Virgil, unh," He moaned, my eyes widened and I pushed him...
When I was 22, I had a date with the most beautiful and amazing girl in town. Her name was Julie, she was 21 and she was a goddess. She stood approximately 5’11, just a few inches shorter than my 6’1 frame. Her never-ending legs tapered into shapely hips and a Brittany Spears tummy. Her breast swelled and filled her tops leaving little to the imagination. To...
There hadn't been much of a firefight at all. The Hondurans hadn't really expected any of our Sandinista bands to strike across the Rio Coco Segovia, the river marking the Nicaragua-Honduras border, so they hadn't really seriously established a defense of the Gringo mining engineer team at the project in Brus Laguna. The Hondurans apparently hadn't bothered...
We just got to bed, and Eric was running his lips, up and down, over my dick...he gently stroked and swirled his tongue around the head, till he couldn't resist enveloping it and going deeper. Once it started tapping his throat, I rolled my hips to fuck through his lips. Fucking and moaning, "Fuck...ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh...Eric...ahhhh. Fuck yeah...s...
Author's Note: This is a fictional story of politics and intrigue. This chapter touches on several different characters, but all takes place on the same day. Enjoy ~ Red. Washington DC "Tell me again," Brad whispered in his lover's ear. "I love you," Anthony told him and ran his fingers down Brad's spine. "Do you?" Brad asked. He'd been as close to e...
Author's Note: This is purely fiction and doesn't represent any political person in real life. It is not a story to pick on any certain state or political party. It is simply me writing a story and nothing more. If you'd like to comment please feel free. Yes, the subject is taboo, I know this, but again, it is just a story. Please understand that only commen...
I couldn't resist Michael Dabney's proposition in the Checkers Lounge at the LA Hilton Checkers hotel during the Entertainment Industry Advertisers' Association convention—well either of his propositions, really. I'd never done it with a black man before, and that had become somewhat of a special fantasy of mine. I was attending the EIAA convention, because...
Chapter 84: Abandon Naught Merrick drifts himself through the water, fully equipped with his sharkteeth and shells, along with his harpoon mounted on his back. His tail waves up and down, just slowly moving himself in no direction in particular. He signals on instinct around him, though he could really care less if there was anything threatening in his vici...
"Hey, hey...Shhh, you're alright, baby..." The whisper made him shiver delicately, his eyes fall shut at the soothing tones in that British voice that could only belong to one. All the fear faded rapidly, expelled with a sigh. Snuggling further into Ivan's embrace, Damien's lips, parted for an apology, trembled as the soft brushing of fingers down his back c...