I've overheard men say, "I just wish the bitch would die and I'd be free again." Even men with good marriages, makes me wonder what they think is waiting for them? Most of them are in their 40's to 60's, have part of their belly hanging over their belt, half or more of their hair is gone, or in one of those stupid partial pony tails, and they think the 25 to...
FRIDAY It was still raining early the next morning when Sam strolled back across the street, Vermin Crusher slung over his shoulder. It had taken more than two hours of constant effort to stretch Lily's little asshole enough where it would accept his cock; all the while she protested, begged and came as he fucked her grasping pussy from behind. While he too...
Her name was Raine Snow and she was a dream. First unanticipated, then poetic and epic and transcendent in that order, continually confusing, and finally gone in the groggy early morning. It was a couple of weeks ago, and I was at the Hogshead, a whisky bar on the Upper West Side. It wasn't my regular, but I'd been there a few times before. Rehearsal i...
~~Damien~~ He looked at the picture again, then put the phone away. Gulping, he pulled the phone out again, and looked at the picture. She was so beautiful, and fun, and joyful, and overwhelmingly sexual. The frizzy red hair, bouncy and big, her soft face and pale skin, her golden eyes, it was all gorgeous. Of course, she knew she had large breasts, and in...
Author's note: Thank y'all for returning to my story! Another 10K-word chapter here packed full of action for you, which brings my total word count to about 35K, which is tracking quite well toward the 50K #NaNo goal, and is even on-target for finishing the whole ~75K of it within the month. Phew! Anyways, as always, please have a read, and then tell me...
My name is Todd Mitchell, and I'm a man-slut. You could say that I'm addicted to sex, but that would be like saying I'm addicted to air. I merely need sex to live. Sex is what I do, and I do it as often as possible, with as many women as possible. You might think that I have some, deep-seated, relationship issues. Probably. It isn't that I don't love and r...
-one- Nothing much happened until that afternoon. Not a word from Lem Clemens, nor from anybody on the team. Nice bunch of people. Screw them all. If I got out of this I'd take Jackos' job away from him. If I got out of this. Dr. William Sloane came. He was a fat quiet little man who seemed nervous. He kept reading the charts at the foot of my bed and pape...
*Marie:* Patrick offered me his hand and helped me get to my feet. He was looking at me thoughtfully with his kind, honest eyes and smiling with his dimples on display. Patrick's smiles make my heart melt. He touched my face gently and said, "Thank you, Marie," just like that, and he meant it. I was thinking, "What a sweet thing to say. Little intimate thi...
Minerva looked from one man to the other in disbelief. It was obvious to her that "Dwight" really wasn't Dwight. For one thing, the thing that looked like Dwight was moving jerkily whereas Dwight's movements were always fluid to the point of being graceful. Secondly, even from where she sat, she could feel the wrongness that came from him, the house even see...
The two men stepped into the Happy Gent, and immediately their senses were assaulted by the strange, exotic place. The beat of the dance-music was almost tangible, though the music was not overly loud. Their eyes were forced to adjust to the shady corners where little light shone as well as the lit stage. But the most noticeable difference from the outside w...