My name is Donald. I am a single businessman in a small northern California town where I am well known. I am 30 years old and six feet tall. My hair is sandy blonde. I am fairly slight of build and thought of myself as the 90-pound weakling shown in bodybuilding ads when I was younger. However, I am an avid runner and bicyclist and keep myself in good shape....
[Author's note - this story is about desperation and wetting fetishes. If that's not your thing, this would be a very good place to stop...] "Where is she?" Kate wondered aloud, looking at her watch again. She and Liz were outside a wine bar in the centre of town, waiting for their friend Sam. It was the night of the Bursting Club Pub Crawl, and it wouldn't...
Simon arrived home and was immediately required to show his purchases to Emma. She examined each item carefully while Simon waited, dreading the thought that he would be sent back to exchange something. "Good," she announced. "These are just right so let's hope they fit!" "But before you try them on, there's a few things I need to say. I think you might nee...
I wrote this story so that the reader could place herself in the text and enjoy!! We both knew why I invited you over. There was no doubt that trivial, obligatory conversation wouldn't be needed that night. It wasn't that we didn't enjoy the brief company we had kept in the past or talking late into the night, but we were both so ready for this night. There...
In Chapter one, David discovers that he's the only interesting guy in Ashton Flats, and after a scene at the swimming hole, he convinces several girls to become his harem sluts. This chapter will make more sense if you read "Day One in Ashton Flats" (Which is Chapter One of this story) first. * I stood just outside the main door to Ashton Flats High School...
It was mid October. Across the bristling hillside the cedar and silver birch trees were slowly swallowing the withered sun. Soon the night would reclaim them. And soon, thought Larissa as she felt the evening frost sting her fingers, soon the snows would come, and then perhaps he would come too. He had come to her last fall. Trekking back to Fort Compton to...
I walked into the laundry and there she was, bent over the drier taking some things out. She was wearing one of those micro-mini skirts she favours and a tiny pair of pink lacy panties, and the way she was bent over there was more panties on display than mini-skirt, and there wasn't much panties to show. I looked at those long legs of hers, running smoothly...
Thank you to my editor, grumpyg. I couldn't have done it without him. This story isn't about losing my virginity. That happened a long time ago, hurt like hell and was humiliating. I was lucky to meet some very experienced, careful men after that. By the time I was 28 I was entirely comfortable with sex. I loved fucking and did it a lot with many differe...
Head spinning, I stumbled into an alleyway and landed behind a nearby dumpster. I'd had a few drinks, and some ecstasy. I'd told my friends that I'd had enough for the night, called a cab, but once I was out of eyeshot, zipped back towards an infamous gay club id been dreaming about ever since I'd heard rumours about exactly what goes on inside. Like a fly...
Rogue faced the mirror, on her hands and knees, watching as her lover poised to enter her from behind. Remy grasped her hips firmly and entered her, shallow, teasing them both with his swift short pushes. She watched as his eyes darkened, becoming less red, and his face became blank. Slowly the space separating their bodies decreased as he grew tired of pla...