This chapter is sort of gay, so consider yourself warned if you're a straight guy. With a faint popping sound, more than forty figures appeared in a parking lot. From a position several feet off the ground, they landed with more or less grace according to their natures--thirty tempters managing graceful rolls, ten sword spiders crushing the cars beneath the...
My legs pumped up and down on the pedals of the exercise bike. It was a steady rhythm measured against the war between my stamina and my body's protests. I was, most definitely out of shape. Confined to bed for three months, I had put on weight and I didn't need any extra fat to begin with. Unlike some people, I've never enjoyed exercise. The weakened stat...
Ross and I had always had chemistry. From the moment we met in year eight, I knew I fancied him. His short blonde hair and wide, owl-like baby blue eyes always had me feel like he could see straight through my spaghetti-strap tops to the skin underneath. Just thinking about it made the hairs on my neck stand on end, and gave me that cold, dizzying feeling in...
About 6 months ago I was set up and fired from my job. Along with the inevitable loss of self esteem and dejection, I also ended up fantasizing obsessively about being humiliated by the man who fired me as he took my wife, Judy. I ended up writing about this, probably as some kind of release, and published it on this site in November 2014. Even the userna...
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Beaver Jones was walking slowly towards the bank of the river Minge. She was a tall blonde assassin. With red lipstick, a fur coat, and a killer smile to die for. The people saw her as public enemy number 1. Her juices flowed from the de-industrialisation penis, swollen with the heady gains of a capitalist sweat-gland. It was a powerful symbol of the Soviet...
I woke the next morning horny. All night I kept thinking about being on my masturbation machine while Stephanie and her friend watched. And I kept getting hard thinking about it. Once I was done with breakfast and my normal morning routine, it was 9:00 am. I didn't go out yesterday until close to 11:00 so I don't want to go out too early just in case Stepha...
I got married about a year ago to a wonderful woman, Fumiko. She was born and raised in the US to Japanese parents. She looks fantastic. Her oriental features make her look exotic, her small boobs look perfect on her body. We were married last summer and weren't able to spend any time at my cabin. That didn't stop us from doing a lot of exploration of each...
Brad's Return, Chapter 1 ****************************************************** This is a continuation of the "Brad's Suggestion" stories I wrote a while back. It has similar cuckold and bisexuality themes, along with some lesbian and light BDSM fun thrown in. It emerged from my never-ending desire to put off the real work I should be doing. I hope you enj...
Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, "com...