For you, Paul. I hope I have included your every fantasy, and then some. Enjoy. * * * * * Chapter I: The Crowbar Paul was his name. Fucking fast and hard was his game. I spotted him across the room at the bar, waiting for a beer. I made my way over and ordered another Fuzzy Navel. I wanted to get plowed and have some rip-roaring fun tonight. "Hey there,...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
This is a continuation of Girl Talk and Guy Talk. _________________________ Gail's story: Monday, June 18, 2018 "Gail, did you ever call that dreamy detective Friday?" That was Cheryl, my co-worker, with whom I'd had lunch at Alfalfa's on Friday, when those two police officers tried to pick us up. We couldn't get picked up, because we had to get back to w...
I surprised Roland, but in a good way as I affixed the chastity device to his penis before heading to the airport. His penis didn't cooperate as it kept trying to harden. I told Roland, "This isn't working. Wait here. I'm going to get a bucket of ice from the ice machine." The ice did the trick. In a few minutes his penis and scrotum were cold and small. Ro...
Disclaimer: For all intent and purposes, this disclaimer is here to note that these are real stories and events. The experiences are being recalled to the best of my knowledge of what actually happened. ***** I met this Hispanic girl through a dating site. She approached me actually, and I thought for once I could get lucky. She was very forward, and invi...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. I'm not bragging when I say I enjoyed my share of pussy during my high school years. I mean, you've got to be pretty bac...
Chapter 2: Sherry's Story This is Part 2 of the Cabin story. You will not need to read Part 1 to follow this story line but it might fill you in on the rest of the story, so to speak, if you do. * My husband, Greg, and I had come up to our lakefront cottage in Northern Ontario. It was near the end of the summer and the boys didn't want to come along and t...
Early Sunday morning. Dave Styles had just woke up. Bedhead, wife beater, and a pair of boxers was his chosen attire. After all, he was home alone. Being divorced the last four years he shared custody of their son. Having him most of the time it was nice to relax and not deal with fatherhood. Over the last three weeks he seldom saw much of his boy Eddie....
Harry says I'm the best fuck he's ever had, which always makes me laugh because I just do what comes naturally. He also says it's a good job he loves me else he'd have thrown me out years ago. Not that I'd go of course, because Harry looks after me just fine. He's bought us a nice little house; he makes sure we never go hungry; he's always buying me pretty c...
Melanie sashayed into the break room, a thick wad of cash in her hand from her day’s tips. She saw Todd March, the new cook from Atlanta sitting at the table smoking a cigarette. “Hey Todd, how’s it going,” she asked as she sat counting her tip money. “Not so good. I don’t think I am going to make my rent this month. This cheesy ass job ain’t payin me shi...