My name is Jack. I'm a gigolo. Chase away everything that crossed your mind the moment you read that. Forget Richard Gere in American Gigolo. Nice clothes and car, and who wouldn't have wanted to bang Lauren Hutton in her prime, but that's not me. I also don't look like Fabio, the chiseled stallion on the cover of romance novels. In fact, I probably don'...
Hi, My name is unimportant but for those of you out there, who need one, call me Lance. I’m 26, black/dredhead with no kids about 5’11” I wouldn’t say I was built, but my time playing trumpet & drums in the high school band and being in the Army has had its benefits. Growing up I noticed something about myself that differed from other guys my age I’ve alway...
I laid Donna on the bed her nipples still fully erect and her skirt had ridden up leaving her pussy all exposed it looked red and sore. Her lips fully puffed up and still fully engorged with a sticky mixture of Donnas and my cum and the ointment from the clay pot still oozing from her pussy. I had never seen her like this before she was still in a daze an...
copyright Nora Quick 2012. As always, I welcome and comments and all feedback! ______________________________________________ Licking his lips Carlos Mencia had to resist the urge to put his hand on his pulsing erection and relieve the aching need there. When he closed his eyes he saw her just as he'd left her, so perfect with her white skin crisscrossed...
Karl and Mia had known each other for years. They went to the same secondary school, then by coincidence the same university. They'd never been friends really until they both got jobs in the same city. They weren't particularly close; they had very little in common they thought. But when there was a new movie out or a new art show in town, they would find th...
As I approach late middle age with not a little foreboding, it helps me come to terms with my encroaching years to dwell on a few pleasant memories, and few of my memories are more pleasant then those of a decade or so ago and a young lady called Nicky. I had been widowed for a few years by then, and the initial grief had subsided. My children were grown an...
(Please note, I'm from the UK, so football = soccer, unless you prefer otherwise!) It was a warm spring day, summer was promising to start and as usual Jason had to run to the bus. He hastily paid the fare and rushed to a seat sitting cross-legged. The local bus services had been cut, cut and then cut some more; so this was his last direct bus of the day. I...
Linking up with a female is never a problem for Australian immigrant Argo Ballard. It continues to surprise him that some people have problems finding another person for recreational purposes. Argo's advice – and he frequently gives this advice to friends and acquaintances – is to keep it simple. I know Argo well as he's my neighbour and we often drink and...
"Easy there, Mr. Ganz. Don't try to get up quite so fast. You've been out of it for quite a while now. Tell me, how many fingers do you see?" I heard a voice in my rather groggy state, as I began to stand up in my hospital bed. "What did you call me?" I asked, clearing my head and looking around the room, my eyes adjusting to the light again after such a lo...
The next morning, I woke up in an empty bed. I got up and walked out into the living room and saw Mark sitting at the breakfast table in the kitchen area, eating cereal. I groggily walked over and sat at the table. My head was killing me. Mark continued eating, he was reading a magazine and didn't say anything to me as I poured my own bowl of cereal. I was s...