Agent Johnson rubbed his eyes. It had been a long day, and was about to be an even longer night. He downed his third cup of coffee as he opened the door to his and Agent Heffner’s office. “Find anything new, Janet?” He asked, closing the door behind him. Agent Heffner sighed as she dropped the papers she was reading. “Nothing but this disc.” She presented th...
The following is a gay erotic fantasy and is not intended to reflect the actual thoughts, desires, intentions, experiences or preferences of any person mentioned, real or fictional. ***** Andy Cohen sat within the grove of palm trees, surveying his new surroundings. Just one minute earlier, he had been in a New York TV studio, taking part in a crazy stunt...
Madam Pussy Cat was an exclusive dominatrix by profession and would never leave her abode without a full covering of leather. She loved to feel it cling to her flesh, constricting her cunt in the most delightful of ways. "KISS THE GROUND YOU SNIVELLING PIECE OF SHIT!" She would scream as she cracked her whip, "THAT'S RIGHT ARSEHOLE, BEND THE FUCK OVER FOR M...
It had been a long, intense day of travel, but even as the sun started to dip over the edge of the horizon, the last few steps were taken, and you looked upon a gaping crevasse, the entrance into the dreaded halls of Drath'nalak. Inside was rumored to be wealth beyond measure, anything from simple piles of gold to enchanted jewelry, magic tomes, technologica...
Matt grumbled quietly to himself. How much longer would it be? he thought. The FBI agent had been assigned to Misty Peaks to investigate something about a missing scientist. The problem was, the town seemed to be way out in the middle of nowhere. The dark-haired man had been driving for three hours, and night was falling. Being a field agent, Matt had to kee...
The margaritas had taken a strong hold on the trio and their language, of course, grew as salty as the rims of the glasses. Tammy, Deena and Allie, all close friends in high school so many years ago, had decided on a whim to get together on a foggy Thursday evening and catch up on old times. It was agreed before the tequila got rolling that it was nearly sin...
Watching Brad fuck Lisa from behind was a tremendous turn on. Brad is a good enough looking guy, tan from the waist up, pale as snow from the waist down. Lisa is made-up good looking, though I was beginning to think that she would be even prettier without all the makeup. I didn't really dwell on that thought, I was busy feeling growth of my now useful manhoo...
To be quite adamant I'd had it up to here with George, my ex who did my head in. He'd lost all feeling for me, romantic or otherwise and the 'otherwise' was like doing it by numbers, absolutely no fun at all. I was thinking; "why am I doing this if it is doing nothing for me anymore?" The only one who was getting his fill was George with a quick in and out j...
Julian Vaughan was not an easygoing man under normal circumstances. It was therefore hardly a surprise that he would make full use of the strange power given to him over other people. Of course, it didn't hurt his cause that the Procreative Force of the Universe had chosen HIM as its avatar, its personal instrument. Despite what people (including Vaughan hi...
I love my body and, as the years pass and pass, I find my self always impressed with it's growth. I am bit thin but definitely bulked up. I have some nice facial hair growing and my other hair is looking pretty good. I was admiring myself through a mirror in a bathroom at the Barstow County Train Station when I went into an old stall and reminisced on past...