Twenty-six year old Michael had just gotten off work and walked through his front door when his mobile rang. He sighed and put his keys on the island in the center of his kitchen. "Can't they give me any bloody peace?" he said as he pulled his mobile from his pocket. To his surprise, however, it wasn't work calling him like they usually did when he walked t...
Joe Elliot got the last load of rubbish loaded into his truck and looked around. Today's clean up of yet another city park had gone well, far better than expected. There had been more than the usual number of volunteers, word was getting around. There had been high school kids, parents, teachers and seniors, all eager to chip in and remove the rubbish and de...
Note: this website does not encourage illegal activity. Prostitution is legal in some jurisdictions. Please check your local laws. * Every so often I get a note from someone, asking me how to get into the "business". It usually comes from a girl, late-teens, and I don't think the message is necessarily sincere, but it comes from a matter of intrigue. Unles...
I was going through a dry spell. Four months without getting laid, it was getting to me. My girlfriend had called and broken up with me shortly after the fall semester had started. So I was stuck at a college where I was used to ignoring most females that weren't my professors and concentrating on my grades so I could fly home and fuck my girl for months wor...
All persons in this story are 18 years of age and older. My first lover was my English teacher, Mr Brown, and when I first met him he made me weak at the knees, not with excitement but with fear. When he entered the classroom he had such a presence that every student would immediately become silent. He was a tall muscular man with wavy dark hair, handsome...
About five years ago my ex-wife divorced me as she preferred her girlfriend to me in her life and in her bed. I peacefully moved out of my Northern Minnesota home leaving her and my two stepdaughters, Lynn and Jody. I moved to Southern California and now have a beautiful home in the hills near Laguna Beach where I have developed a clothes free lifestyle aro...
Chapter 4: Beverly Being Saturday afternoon, Dean's barber shop was crowded. Dean was no longer the proprietor, but his son had kept the same name. Looking around the shop as I waited for my turn in one of the chairs, I wondered if anyone recognized me. Did they remember that my brother had stolen my girl? Did they talk behind my back, whispering that Jen c...
I watched as my wife's stud pulled out of her, his cum trickling onto the coffee table. She got up and put back on her polyester uniform pants, her fat ass leaving two sweaty circles on top of the table. To think a year ago she was an executive, who would never have worn polyester, and did not even really know one black person, but now? How did it all happen...
James sat grimly as Dana was led into the cave, blindfolded. She was being guided by a woman with blond hair, who had named herself Kara. "Dana, he will meet you here," she said quietly. "He told me to prepare you for him." James could see Dana biting her lip. Oh, you will be met here, James thought. Kara led Dana towards a crop of tall, sharp stalactite...
Jasmine looked pityingly across the bar at the poor kid. She cracked open another bottle of beer and pushed it his way. His ID had said he was 23, but she suspected he hadn't been around the sun a full twenty times. It was slow. Tuesday afternoons at the bar weren't a busy time and the only customers were the few regular drunks nursing their cheap beers dow...