Professor Dawson removed his glasses, and rubbed his eyes with his palms, followed by running his hands through his salt-and-pepper hair. He looked up at the decorated walls in his large office, realizing that day had turned to night. He had been reviewing and grading midterm exams since the early afternoon, and had completely lost track of time. He stood fr...
I remember the spring of '87 as vividly as if it were yesterday. It sounds unreal, but this was the school that featured coed saunas and I recalled seeing a coed nude swim featured on the school weekly calendar. A sophomore at UMass-Amherst with an interest in dance inspired by my high school girlfriend Heather, in January I was looking over courses availabl...
I was tired, sore, in need of a long hot shower, and a change of clothes. I desperately needed to get rid of the stink of shit and blood. Instead, despondently, I headed back down the stairs to get the gun out of the Land Rover. Yeah. Same old story. It was a Monday. Mid morning. My wife had supposedly left for an exhibition and conference in Brussels. But...
Chapter 8 -- "Socrates' Mistresses" Maria Elena woke up early and set up the kitchen so Cecilia could prepare breakfast. Cecilia entered the kitchen with a rather concerned look on her face, partly because Pedro was still in bed sick, and partly because correctly suspected that she had interrupted something between her housemate and Victor. As usual, the...
It was on the subway where I first saw her, so brashly youthful, so self-possessed, so slyly insouciant, sitting alone in the seats usually set aside for the elderly, gazing at herself in a small compact mirror she was holding. She had been applying makeup to her eyes with quick, deft strokes, and I admired how agile she was. I could never put makeup on whil...
Fate is a funny thing: A chance encounter, missed bus, or innocent remark, can change our whole lives. So it was with me... I suppose it could be blamed on my rape, initially. I was a teenager then. I never saw the baby; it was whipped away for adoption, and I was free to get on with life. That life was about average I suppose. I left University as a resul...
Ellen If you read part one you will recall this took place during a more quiet era; when young men carried draft cards and the mere mention of “69” would elicit a howl from bystanders. “What color was the shirt?” I recognized the voice and I considered hanging up, I had resolved to abandon the idea of having her write the contract, I wanted to forget the...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. This story is about an 18/yo boy struggling with the gifts that he possesses, a...
Written by Diane (cuddlydbear) and Ken James * * * * * * * * * * You and I lie in each other's arms quietly for a few minutes after our guests leave my room. We kiss and cuddle, thinking of the wonderful time we have just had. " I love you, Mr. James" I sigh softly. "Thank you for making my first lovemaking experience the best." You just pull me close and...
"I hope you're ready for your birthday," she wrote; "for now, just imagine me on my knees, pulling, stroking, and slurping greedily and most messily upon your swollen cock. You will explode! I will gorge on you and make you cum all over me, drenching me in pearls of your love milk." Yes, well, as you can probably guess, I was thinking about nothing else all...