It's the same every night. I come home after a long day, weary of the world, sweaty and tired. The lights are off and a soft, flickering glow of candles emanates from the master bedroom. In the air, a hint of incense and perfume. I set down my tool box and coat, close my eyes and breathe deeply of the fragrance. A dark shape in the doorway. My angel, my dark...
Admittedly, I was rather late getting into the "dating game." It was just after Christmas Break of my senior year of high school when I had finally fallen in love with someone – a tall, glamorous beauty with a silky voice, eyes as deep as the oceans, and skin as white as virgin snow: Claire Mangelson. Suddenly, I realized that, for the first time in my lif...
I am not the smartest or the bravest person. I am not the tallest inside and many times I find myself running late. I worry about the world and the people in it, and I eat all the things; mostly cake. But I'm a good person, and if that's the only choice I ever manage to keep for the rest of my life, then I can live with that. Yet, lately it feels like life...
You put the kid to bed in his own room at a reasonable hour tonight. He's not great at bedtime yet, but he's learning. I've been making drinks - margaritas with a heavy pour of tequila - and we're cuddled up in our bed taking liberal gulps. It's good to be able to enjoy the warm buzz together, and the playfulness is starting to show. I run my hand down you...
She watches His car leave the driveway, her tender blue gaze watching until it disappears down at the corner… carrying Him away for another long day along for His pet. Holding in the soft whimper, as she feels alone without Him near, without His gaze. Knowing that even out of His sight, she is completely controlled by Him. His pet begins upstairs, in the be...
Paul stepped back, admiring his handiwork as Laura pressed up against him from behind, her hands rubbing over his body. "All set?" She asked. He smiled as he let her touch him. "Yes, ready." he replied. Her hands reached lower, feeling his hardness even against the crotch of his jeans. "May I have the first turn?" said Laura, her voice sultry and deep, wi...
It's the mornings after we've fucked all night that I relish most. But, why? Do these diurnal moments compare to our tangled, sweaty couplings of the evening prior? Can they be measured against the number of times I screamed your name with abandon, chanted it over and over like a prayer, moaned it like an expletive? In the bright and pure light of this lat...
I locked eyes with my girlfriend. "You know where the lipstick came from. You were there, not an hour ago, when my mother tried to greet me with a kiss and missed my cheek. She was so out of it that she got my collar." "I know that. I saw it happen. But how do I know someone else's lipstick wasn't there first and your mother's lipstick didn't cover it up? P...
"It's all set," I told her. "Saturday night after the last game. Over at the stadium." "At the stadium?" "I know a guy over there, a kind of custodian. I arranged it with him. Just you and me and four special friends." "Four guys? And you makes five. All for me?" "All for you. And all hung like horses." "As big as you?" "Bigger. If you think my cock is...
(Game mode is on. You should use the Start Game button on the right. Its much more fun and makes more sense that way.) You are a regular guy. To be honest, one of your ex-girlfriends once called you the most ordinary guy she ever met. There is absolutely nothing special about you. You have average looks, a regular boring job, an average family and no interes...