In Praise of The Bum (Or The Ass as Our American Cousins Call It) I don't know what it was but the rocking of the underground train always had the same effect on me at the end of the day. It made me sleepy. Today I was dozing before the train got to the next station. Maybe it was the heat, the tiredness (and boredom) from my job. The half a bottle of wine a...
It had been weeks since the hotel incident with Mark. Colin and Ty were still together, however, their sex life had been put on hold. Colin had told her that he didn't want to have sex for a while because he wanted to get to know her better and build their relationship, so that sex could be even more enjoyable down the road. However, Ty felt he was lying and...
Okay, I misnamed the story—it should have been something like First Time in the Caribbean, but I can't change it, apparently; hence the contradiction in number of days. This day is pretty clean—I need it to set up the environment. After you read this, if you want more action, look for Day 3. Summary: On the first day he connected with a flight attendant,...
From a very early stage in my sexual development, I knew that when I got serious about boys I should be a fellatiator. (MS Word is angrily insisting that "fellatiator" is not a word, but if Colbert is allowed "truthiness" as his defining characteristic then I can take fellatiator as mine.) Between the ages of about sixteen and nineteen I tried to abandon thi...
I had been head at security at a gated community for some time. Every day without fail at 2pm, Chrissy would pull into the huge protected entranceway to the community and shoed her beautiful playful smile and wave as she drove past. It was always the highlight of my day seeing her long wavy blonde hair blowing softly in the wind as she cruised past in her co...
Like a drug, reader's comments make me write more. Like a whip, constructive criticism makes me write better. Please vote and comment. Your feedback makes for better writing. * Above two thousand feet on the Three Sisters Mountain Trail the air was clear and dry His lungs filled hungrily as he climbed, swinging each leg in a gentle and day-long cadence. Th...
"I'm not coming out," Lisa called from within the bathroom. Mary rapped on the door again. "Come on," she cooed, "you can come out, babe. I wanna look at my wife." "No, you don't. I look ridiculous. I look like a clown, I look like an awful clock. I'm not coming out." "Baby, you're beautiful, I promise. Come on out and let me look at you." There was a lo...
A return to the hive and a demonstration of just how the beembos recruit new members to their fold. All characters in this story are 18 or over. oOo Oh, this wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. Beck was lost. Lost and tired and dizzy and horny. So fucking horny. He'd been in the hive too long. Much too long. He looked about the golden walls for some cl...
There was a Christian Missionary Group that had as a member a young blonde girl only just turn 20 years old, named Kristi. She was a thin and small girl, a little more than 1.6 meters tall and weighing 43 kilograms. She had smooth white skin and her silky hair done up in a ponytail and she wore a pretty white blouse that was buttoned up to hide her tiny, bud...
Once again, Lisanne felt compelled to stray from the pathway and venture into the shady,cool canopy of trees. The woods had always been a favorite place for Lisanne to spend time meditating and recharging after a stressful day. Usually she stayed on the walking path and enjoyed the smells and sounds of the forest without having to don hiking boots and mosqui...