To the reader: what you are about to read are the ramblings of an "older" man who is currently spending a good bit of his time adjusting to the realization that the number of years in which he will continue to be sexually active is decreasing rapidly. As he reaches his 64th birthday this summer, he understands that not only will his physical capabilities beg...
"And the award for 'Most Prolific Male Swinger' goes to...!" The tension is so thin, it's anorexic. Onstage, monumental statues of gleaming cocks reach toward a ceiling higher than Ken Kesey. The female MC ― clad in a dress made of used condoms ― clutches an 18 inch Thuringer sausage, centered between a pair of balls, each the size of a fully-grown human b...
Something had to give. This once a month stuff was getting old in a hurry. When we'd first gotten together, some twenty years ago, three or four times a week of at least making it once a night was the norm. Now I was lucky if I'd get to get up close and personal once or twice a month. And it was not like we kissed and frolicked for an hour with me exploding...
Chris had woken on the Tuesday with the alarm. He lay there with his usual morning erection, thinking back in disbelief to the Monday morning. It -- sexual intercourse with Milka -- had only been the day before. The thing so hard in his pyjamas really had been inside gorgeous Milka; it really had; he could hardly believe such a thing had happened. Would ther...
Chapter 1: The Auction I listen alertly for Sir's soft approach. Not so long ago, he could come within inches of me, and I would have no idea until after the first welt rose on my bottom, or his fingers were locked cruelly around my throat. In the last few months, my ears have become much more attuned to Sir's whereabouts, and it is rare that I don't sense...
Earth Ottawa, Ontario August 13, 2019 06:30 EDT My alarm blaring woke me up again. I was tempted to turn it off and get some more sleep, but I was too excited to learn how to shapeshift. I took a very quick shower, got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. "Good morning..." I said when I entered the kitchen. I had been about to call Alexandra and...
Thanks for your votes and comments. This is a non-erotic science-fiction story, the latest in the series of stand-alone short stories featuring Hana Jeffries. It's the story I promised at the end of Every Man's Fantasy, chapter 27. There are some tie-ins to the Every Man's Fantasy series, where the story fits in between chapters 27 and 28. I hope you enjo...
(This is the final Drifter story. This story includes some violent and very graphic situations - if this kind of stuff disturbs you - this is your warning.) * He leaned against the gray BMW watching the front of the school. Soon classes would be letting out, and the final part of his plan would fall into place. At about 2:50 PM the bells rang at West Phoen...
I'm standing in my socks, bra, and panties, looking at my closet like a fifteen-year-old girl on the first day of high school. For the last decade of my life, I've had two types of outfits; my uniform, and slut ware. Now I'm supposed to show up in a suit with short heels like a professional? I have only a few items that almost work, and they're for funerals....
"And the award for 'Most Prolific Male Swinger' goes to...!" The tension is so thin, it's anorexic. Onstage, monumental statues of gleaming cocks reach toward a ceiling higher than Ken Kesey. The female MC ― clad in a dress made of used condoms ― clutches a 28 inch Thuringer Sausage, centered between a pair of balls, each the size of a fully-grown human br...