Hi, everyone. This is my first time here; my first time doing this, so go easy on me, okay? I'm a little nervous. So, um, how do I begin? Well, my closest friend recently held something like an "intervention" for me. He showed me the path my life was taking and offered an alternative. I've never heard of a support group that requires an audition, but he sugg...
Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. My name is Tommy Janson and I'm regarded as an average Scandinavian man. Earlier in this year in my early forties, I saw myself to be a man without any personal problems, living in a happy marriage when the events, which got me to write this story, began to happen. At least in my own opinion, I couldn't by any...
My wife Elaine was acting very excited today. Tonight was the night of our city's 5 year "Family Dinner." My name is Robert - Bob - Parker and this would be the 3rd one we attended. The very first was just about 1 year after I was hired into the St. Louis branch office of International Machine Tools & Robotics, Inc. Every 5 years a few very high Corporate...
Thomas Albright sat up in bed at the beginning of a new day. His bedroom faced east, so the dawn usually served him better than an alarm clock. All was silent in the house: his four year old daughter Amanda wasn't stirring yet. Shaking the cobwebs from his head, he got up, took off his pajamas and hopped into the shower. As he soaped himself, his manhood st...
Thanks to Blackrandi for again organizing this event. Sadly due to time constraints no editor was able to look this story over-so truly all and any error are mine. So- "Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sailin' man, the Skipper brave and sure....
Gilbert and Betty Jones lived in Mt Pleasant Michigan, Mr. Jones was an ex rodeo star and Mrs. Jones worked at the local Floral shop. They were well off but Betty insisted on doing something, She wasn't one of those just sit around types. Gilbert was a man about six foot one inches dark brown hair and weight in at about two hundred pounds. With a handsome f...
Wednesday morning, I woke up feeling my husband's cock pressing against the small of my back. I reached back and wrapped my hand around his shaft, getting it nice hard and throbbing. Then, right before he was about to get on top of me, I looked at the alarm clock and jumped out of bed, saying: "Oh shit, I am gonna be late... shit, shit, shit." I grabbed some...
(This is the third installment in this story. It is 1941 and our newlyweds arrive in New York City on their way to Fort Riley, Kansas) * We settled ourselves into adjoining seats in the old bus for what was to be the longest journey that either of us had embarked upon. I had managed to make a phone call to my mother from a noisy phone booth at the bus depo...
Well to start with Bob had it good. And of course he knew it or at least thought he did. His average day was becoming something special indeed. He had not been to an adult web site in longer than he could recall. What would be the point after all; he certainly had no need of pixel ladies now. His wife's behaviour had remained generally as she was; after a f...
What was it my brother said when enraged? Oh yeah, I remember. Fuck him and the horse he rode in on. Seeing my husband Jerry and his cheap blond floozy emerge from the Blue Bird motel definitely enraged me. Pounding the steering wheel, the radio playing a Three Dog Night tune, the car heater warming the interior of the car, I watched them through the dirty w...