The showers weren't much to write home about, other than being full of hot, steamy naked flesh. I didn't have the time to actually enjoy them much, due to being busy washing myself. Worse still, I became hard again, but had no recourse to handle the situation, due to the rushed pace. So, there I was, a newly minted member of the secret society committed to d...
In the late 1960s, at 18 I was nearing the end of my very normal teenage years, a new friend joined our gang, Harry. We played a lot of football then and we were all used to the teams showering in communal changing rooms. But Harry was not into sports. However, one rather hot summer day, as we were coming back from the beach, the bus dropped us together in t...
Writer's Note: This chapter has been driving me insane! This is the third rewrite but hopefully what I write here will actually help along the plot a bit. Most of what I've written to date in Please Let Me Be has been just to play around with all the ways I could write sexual scenes. So thank you to everyone who's kept up to date and actually stuck around. G...
I was taking a leisurely shower at my favorite health club after getting the usual beating at badminton. I didn't mind, as the game was always fun no matter how badly I did, though most of that was due to my workout partner. My usual loss tended to be due to paying a bit more attention to how snugly his shorts rode his slim hips, rather than giving the birdi...
I arrive at the cabin slightly before dusk. There is a good cord and a half of wood stacked by the back door of the porch. I unload my suitcase and grocery bags out from the car. The entrance opens to the mudroom where I take off my shoes. I carry my groceries through the laundry room to the kitchen, and put away my purchases. I take time to admire the gold...
It was now Sunday morning. The eight of us were sprawled buck naked and ripe with sexual aroma over the big bed and each other. I woke up and smiled as I took in the scene around me. I started idly playing with myself, not wanting to disturb the others or enlist a playmate. My genitals and crotch were still permeated with lubricant, so it was easy to knead m...
I got my first piece of body art my freshman year in college. A group of girls I hung out with decided it would be cool and fashion forward to get some ink. Kristina Aguilera was the "it" girl at the time, and I was a cute, petite blonde, so it was my mission in life to look as much like her as possible: tattoos and all. "We have to go somewhere reputable...
"Great workout babe!" It was their Sunday routine-they'd go to the gym where Chris worked as a personal trainer and have a good, tiring workout together before hitting the steam room and then heading home for a hearty brunch. They'd been doing it since they'd first started dating and now a year into married life, they almost never missed a Sunday. Of cours...
Downtown Tokyo, New York: Even in hell you can find happiness. If you know where to look. And that's where I was: In hell. Actually, I was scratching my balls and looking out the window of my very small, one-bedroom apartment - there are two guys out there in the street fighting over a parking space. A woman pulled up on her little scooter and parked it i...
I call Lust first thing. I feel sick, dialing the number, and even sicker when the receptionist puts me through. She used to know who I am, but now there's nothing in her voice at all. Lust wants to come around on Saturday afternoon, when I'm at work, to pick up some more of her stuff, and that's fine by me; we should have stopped there, but I try to have a...