My name's Jake. When I was 19, I volunteered at a support group over the summer as a way to kill time and get some experience outside of college courses. I had a vague idea of where I wanted to be after college - hospitality, counseling...maybe something healthcare related? My major was still undeclared after my freshman year, so I thought this might help gi...
It's my super-senior year at college and I am still living on campus. This year I checked the "prefer a homosexual" box on the form. I was always interested in the lifestyle of a gay man. My girlfriend, Carrie, and I have often talked about my interest in gay experiences. In fact, she was the one who encouraged me to mark the box. The first day I met him I...
My decision to continue the affair is not a clear cut one. In the past, I never would have considered myself the sort of person who would cheat on their mate. On the other hand, I continued to play out the events of our first night together in my head, and all the things that I could still yet do to you... In the end, I knew I had to have you again. The f...
The next few weeks were uneventful, I was able to spend a considerable amount of time focusing on school. I had a number of assignments, most were one hour sessions with businessmen in their respective hotel rooms. I had one assignment where I was asked to whip a guy with a riding crop, he wanted me to leave red marks on his ass. This really turned him on, b...
Right off the top, I'll make quite clear that I'm not a dog person. I'm a cat person. You don't have to walk them and they can be on their own for a weekend without chewing up the new sofa. But my wife thought we needed a dog—because we lived in a "ripe for ripping the rich folk off" golf club community, she said. But I know it was really because Libby next...
Sitting at the table, watching the rain outside, her fingers absently tracing the low "v" neck in the purple satin blouse she was wearing. It was a habit that she never realized she had until recently. The soft feel of the satin, against her warm skin, her nails trailing lightly beside it into the beginnings of her ample cleavage. She was debating on going b...
Curt knew when he was getting the raw end of a deal, but then again, it seemed he always did when he hung out with Ben. He had been invited to a party by his old friend, Ben. They had been real pals in high school but had gone to different colleges and were no longer close. But they were both back in town for the summer and had looked each other up just to h...
So like hey guys. Long time no see right. Took a little hiatus to get stuff together. Didn't write much, draw much, or really do anything creative other than sing. Finally I just go my mojo back and decided what better way to make a comeback than to post a new chapter to December and crew's chronicles! So I hope you guys enjoy. Sorry for the long wait. ~*~...
LET ME MASTURBATE YOU. MWM travels back and forth on Highway 4 every day. Love to stop off on the way home and masturbate you. Your wife/GF can watch if you want, or it can be just us. No reciprocation necessary. I knocked on the door of the suburban home. Jerry opened the door. Fortyish, a little younger than me. "Jerry? I'm Doug. You ready for this?"...
She asked first. After the occasional 'What are you thinking about?' questions, she began asking what I thought about when we fucked. And what did I think about when I jacked off. And eventually, I decided to let my guard down. With my previous lovers, I protected myself, gave answers that I thought they could accept, or could get them horny. I felt a mix of...