That man, meanwhile, had woken up from a deep sleep for a moment or two. His name was Dennis, and he was indeed a deserter from the army camp Agnes knew lay almost a week's walk away. He felt weak and still very tired, but he was warm, and clean, and his belly was not full, but not empty either. He knew from bitter experience that after days without food,...
The fallout from the previous night's festivities continues... Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing. Any errors that remain are my own. ***** I gave up on the idea of jerking off. Something was going on with Bill. I realized that this was the first time in my life I was worried about my brother. He'd never gotten in trouble. He had been about the l...
Sean sat glumly at his desk, wishing he could somehow escape through the tiny square window in his corner office cubicle. He glanced at the digital clock in the lower right of his computer monitor. 1:19 pm. "For fuck's sake," Sean grumbled quietly. The giant plate of rice and chicken masala he had downed an hour ago was kneading insistently away at his con...
When I was about 18 I discovered how obsessed I was with exhibitionism. Not just the fact of showing off my body but also the thrill I got out of exposing myself in ways so that other people felt as though they were getting a sneak peek and getting away with seeing something they should not have. It started with simply leaving a bathroom door open when I w...
--Part Ten - The Letter -- Following the day trip with Jonah, I limited my visits to once or maybe twice a week. On two occasions, Jonah was home. I no longer needed to bring coffee because little did I know; one of the items found in our box of garage sale leftovers was a coffee pot that worked. This little fact caused me a lot of internal conflict. For th...
Tony leaned back from his desk, the one hand, or more specifically the two fingers, with which he had been typing feeling numb. His other hand, however, wasn't so much numb at the fingertips as it was at the wrist. The penis he held in his hand, jerking up and down in his languidly flicking wrist, was hovering somewhere between achieving full arousal and sub...
Chapter 3. She Tests her Master's Limitations. Saturday Evening I followed him downstairs a few minutes later. He was busy in the kitchen, bent over the chest freezer. I stood silently, in as provocative stance as I could manage. One hand on raised hip the other circling an erect nipple and my tongue licking my lips. I watched him through languorous eyes,...
Pick Up or Delivery Mr. Tease. It wasn't the kind of nickname that would inspire sighs from literary review, but Sean needed a nickname for years. He'd called me angel so long that even I couldn't remember where it came from. All I knew was that I loved it. As a child, people had discouraged or forbidden their children to associate with me. That meant my li...
Friday the 2nd There were long brown marks where the paint had been chipped by Amanda's headboard. The wooden headboard scraped along the painted white walls as her bed rocked back and forth as Brandon fucked her for the second time that week. She lay on her back, leaning up while he knelt between her legs ramming her. She loved the way he fucked her. He w...
One Friday night, my wife Cathy, had decided she wanted to go out to dinner and dancing. It had been quite awhile since we had been out and she seemed like she was really in the mood, if you know what I mean. After 21 years of marriage I knew this mood came very rarely, but when it did, it meant we could be in for a wild night. Little did I know how wild o...