Spa Day and the "Skimon" "...Because I need a boat... I live in the Gulf... Didn't you say I needed to live like a millionaire?... Well, buying a boat makes me ACT like one, doesn't it?!... I've window shopped a bit online... Yeah... There's room in the marina close by... Do millionaires do their own maintenance?... I suppose a hundred grand give or take te...
Chapter 9: Pool Party! Dan was still lying face down on the carpeting, pretending to be asleep. His hard-on was still providing him a bit of discomfort, but he'd managed to adust his position slightly without drawing the girls' attention. Now all he had to do was control himself while he listened to Shannon telling her story to Jennifer as they sat on the c...
DISCLAIMER from Author: The acts of auto-erotic asphyxiation expressed in this story is not recommended to be performed under inexperienced circumstances. This is written by an experienced breath play fetishist and in no way gives encouragement to the inexperienced without them doing all necessary precautions including education. This is pure erotica enter...
The day's work done, James and Tim showered and dressed. The locker room was empty. The crew had loaded their equipment in the van and since departed. Monica was in the lobby, talking with the staff person who had just arrived for work. The health club would be opening in less than hour. "You okay with your sister?" James asked. "Yeah, it's cool." "Rem...
There was another tumultuous uproar as Agnes Fairchild made her entrance, the women guests knew this could only mean one thing; they would be treated to the erotic delight of seeing a male undergo the psychological and physical torture of being taken close to death as he was hanged for their pleasure. The cocks rose on one and all of the males present who re...
Hi all, I turned this in as a part of my English 113 Creative Writing requirement and the professor gave me a D! He said he thought the subject matter was not appropriate for his class, the son of a bitch. Hell, he asked us to write about a real life experience that changed a relationship, so I did! You tell me, is this a C+ paper or what? My friends thou...
Crossing back to our own boat at last, I felt like a bull elk in rut. I was edgy, aroused, agitated, rankled and jealous about Kristi, and completely uncomfortable in my own skin. I needed to get laid soon. Or punch something, whichever opportunity came up first. I decided to go back up top by the bar to wait for Kristi; maybe a good, stiff drink would help...
We drove southwest along the Caloosahatchee River until we reached the Cape Coral Bridge. After crossing the river we turned left. The Polynesian Lounge was in the next block. Maureen said, "There it is up ahead." "I see it." I answered. From the outside The Polynesian Lounge was a typical Florida beach community restaurant bar. Cream colored stucco t...
The vodka Alessandro and I had shared moments before seemed to be working its magic on me as we descended the stairs to the boisterous common areas of the exquisite palazzo. Though I was still tense to the point of fear about meeting the rest of the family, I felt that certain bravado only alcohol can lend a timorous soul that is until I thought about Azazel...
A big THANKS to Jerry O for helping me edit this story... * Robert had his eye on a NILF, yes that's right, a NILF... Neighbor I'd like to Fuck. Linda was a striking, 42 year old stay-at-home housewife, mommy of three with a husband who was married to his job. Because Robert worked from home it didn't take but a couple of months to learn her weekly routin...