Introduction With every breath I feel my muscles ache from pain and bliss. I think to myself "how did I get into this?" I am attached to the wall standing. I can feel the sweat drip off my face and onto my pecks. The stench of sex filled the air. Wishing I could touch myself, but I am not allowed, nor able. The light is dim, only lit by the candles. I look...
Jennifer was right, my work did improve. Whether it was the energy she brought to our group or the subconscious fear of having my ass blistered I don't know, but through the summer I turned out some of my best work and did not come close to missing a deadline. My analysis of the Bosnian situation was consistently on the mark and I knew Jennifer was scoring p...
In this installment of reviews, I've picked a series of four all-girl films from the early 1990's entitled Cat Lickers. Yes, Cat Lickers. This has to be one of the worst named series of films ever. I know plenty of gay women, and I have never called them a "cat licker," nor have I ever heard them refer to each other as such. What were the folks at VCA Pictur...
Sometimes in life, the stars align for no particular reason and life can take a very exciting left turn for absolutely no reason; and that's what happened to me earlier today, when I had a spare couple of hours between appointments so, as the weather was unseasonably warm and very sunny, but a bit breezy I took a detour to a small lake I'd been meaning to ph...
A Day to Forget Part 1: Morning He powered into her like a train. (Although as modern trains have electric motors, the brushes of which go round and round, rather than up and down, the metaphor is rather irrelevant for those who only have only ever seen electric or diesel locomotives. It wouldn’t be a train like the 18.30 service from Euston to Milton Key...
"Come on baby," I said to my gf, Terri, as we sat in my car in her mother's driveway. "I just want a blowjob or maybe a handjob? I do love when you squeeze my balls." I smiled, seeing if I can talk her into one. "You know I don't have time for that," She said, looking at the radio clock, 11:08pm. "It's late and I know mom is waiting up for me." "You're 18,...
This story is just a bit of light hearted fun. There are no great charactersations, just pure smut for the most part. I hope you get a chuckle from it at the very least. Unless of course this exact same scenario has actually happened to you. In that case, you have my sincere condolences. Feel free to contact me and i'll give you the number of a great thera...
In the morning, I almost forgot Brad was having an affair. Sleep after an extremely emotionally distressing day is pure bliss until reality hits you like a sack of bricks. Then the memories start to run a train on my brain and feel my gut punched. I just wanted to stay in bed for the rest of the day, but it was Friday, unfortunately. Should I call in sick? N...
The rain: that's how it all began. Hannelore was standing in the breakroom, staring out the window with an increasingly grim expression. The disproportionate enormity of the window made her look smaller than she actually was, shrinking into nothingness in the shimmering void of the rain. She'd already changed, so she was wearing her street clothes -- nothin...
Authors note: All characters in this story are 18 of older. This is very much fictional, so there no intended references to real world places or events. This is a short story based on a sexual daydream I came up with recently. In between paragraphs, you'll see two characters chatting. The one in normal text is Gabriel, the narrator. The one in Italics is Jez...