Please note that although this is a true story, I have omitted that we used condoms, we always play safe. Despite whatever Lucy may tell you. ***************************************** Sometimes in winter, if we're not travelling, I go for long walks down the beach nearest to our house. Dave, my boyfriend, often stays at home but occasionally accompanies me...
The blazing sun was relentless even though it wasn't quite noon, and as Curt Randall took off his cap to wipe the sweat off of his brow it was like he could hear the rays sizzling on his damp crew cut. Without the cap his skull would be as deeply reddish brown as much of his upper torso was. The shirt he was wearing, or rather the tattered remains of what o...
It was hot. Probably around 80 degrees and unusually humid for southern California and considering that it was only 8 a.m., it was going to get even hotter and more uncomfortable as the day wore on. I decided to go to the beach. It was 9 a.m. when I arrived and it was hot at the beach too. Probably pushing 90 and even more sultry, it was overcast with a thr...
Bathhouses have a long history, and anyone who has enjoyed what is offered there understands why. They are a male only place, and the women I have talked to about the baths remain baffled, at best, by their appeal. It seems almost a fundamental split, with women simply not grasping the wonderful attraction of pure sexual freedom, having sex with strangers ov...
Every once in a while, maybe every other month or so, work has caused me to go out of town. Sometimes for just a day, sometimes overnight. The farthest drive is about two hours away and isn't a big deal. If it is work that means taking a system down, it is usually scheduled for near the end of the day and if and when it runs late, I'm authorized to get a roo...
At the time I couldn't help thinking that everyone who saw me after my impromptu visit to the adult bookstore KNEW. They knew what naughty things I had done on my business trip to Philadelphia. They could tell, simply from my demeanor, that I had visited the dark, dingy booths in the rear and their x-rated peep shows. That I had played with myself while wa...
Riding back after the latest 3 hour bathhouse visit, ass feeling really good in a new way, as if it would love to continue being rimmed and finger fucked for another hour or two. Rarely has a visit started so unevenly, and then ending up revealing - and fulfilling - more about my desires, exposed in a place where they are so easily indulged. Men are not al...
"The only think better than having sex," I mumbled to myself from the safety of my hiding place where I had been watching the couple making out on the couch in the downstairs family room, "is watching other people having sex." Okay, I'm a bit of a voyeur. Guilty as changed. In fact I'm a little bit of a lot of things. I'm a little bit straight, as my wife s...
Jackson drove home in silence, but his brain was working overtime. The past forty-eight hours had taken him into an unexpected world that both excited him and scared the shit out of him at the same time. His ass hurt, but as he thought about why it hurt his cock began to stir. As he thought about Donald standing behind him, taking him in the shower as the wa...
Waking up around 8am, the first thing I did was to enjoy several hits of the sticky black hash purchased yesterday, followed by taking a luxuriously hot shower. Back in the room, I took stock of, then resorted my supplies. Which included condoms, joints, cash, poppers, and a variety of maps. The weather was grey, but dry and not too cold for late October -...