After a few months exchanging e-mails you had sent me a postal letter with orders and a ticket to Paris. ... It was near dusk, the night lights of the city barely coming to life. Arriving at the city center straight from the Airport after a few weeks of orgasm denial, my hormones pumping to their limits, i suddenly hear my cell phone beeping with a message...
Chapter 02: Homeward Bound Murdoch stood up and wiped a stray trickle of blood from his mouth before placing the body in front of him into the creek, causing it to dissolve. The nymph had been very pretty, indistinguishable from a human woman except that the hair on her head was never dry. The trees were too thick in this part of the forest for him to see t...
I'd been thinking about entering a wet T-shirt contest for a while, and obviously I can get Dave involved. The strip club nearby has one regularly - I know this because I drive past there on the way to and from work. I called Dan and asked for help, and he said he'd come over and talk about it. He suggested we go and watch one, but I was pretty sure we coul...
Just to recap and get your little mind around exactly where I left you hanging... I've been doing the usual showing off for you to start things rolling and turn you on...strutting around in my slutty spike heels, doing my little wiggle and strut routine as you watch me mindlessly. In no time I've gotten you all aroused and excited, and I start leading you a...
I went home to make sure my mum's old house was all tidy, as it was due to be sold, and I wanted it to be clean, so this could be done quickly. I had grown up at this house with my parents. It was a quiet cul-de-sac where everybody knew everybody and everything, it seems. (I had a good childhood, and, like many who grew up in the seventies, I was spanked at...
THINGS DON'T ALWAYS GO THE WAY YOU EXPECT Another boring night. My name is Steve. I moved to Arizona a couple years ago. As so common, another divorce man, 51, in decent shape but living comfortably without many aggravations at the moment. My problem is that I can't stop having the same thoughts in my mind so often. Thoughts about the kind of woman I desire...
"Cherry Cobbler" Mark Randolph Cobb was one curious character. He was a nice person, has a decent job, possess a degree or two, a cute girlfriend, etc. Yeah, I could go on about how good the man was. The physical traits were equal to his personality. He had dark brown hair, soulful brown eyes, light cream skin, slightly muscular and and almost six feet tall...
Ponyboy vignettes with a mixture of straight and bi situations. ********************* Jack hadn't meant to become a ponyboy; not exactly. Yet here he was, dripping with sweat under the blazing sun, teamed up with another huge stallion to pull one of the old-fashioned ploughs that churned the rich earth on this traditional farm. His diagnosis of Slavery Den...
This is part 8 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure. Vanessa * Week commencing November 23...
James lay on his back, fingers gripping desperately at the cool bed sheets under his body as he was bounced forward and back by his new 'girlfriend's' thick, invading cocks. With one gliding in and out of his mouth and another eagerly mating his ass the twins had sapped all strength from him to the point that, even now, as he lay between them, his legs unbou...