Author's note: I am not gay and this story is not about gays. It is about men being bisexual and being together. Hence, I have published it in erotic couplings as to me that is what Sam and I had. I appreciate that some readers may, however, not wish to read about men having sex together. If that offends you, then stop now. ***** I was surprised, but no...
Over coffee Sunday morning I knew my problem was eliminated when I yelled at Kara. The tension was gone yet I sighed as my eyes remained focused upon the same black mark on the way. The price was my valued friendship with Kara. Before a raging fire in den I curled up on the sofa. Tears welled up. Much of what was said needed to be said, but said differently...
Episode One: When Howie Met Cinda Part 1 Early one Monday afternoon, Dexter Spielmann, the new manager of MicroHard's outlet on Ganymede, set the store controls for Welcome Customers so that he'd be alerted if anyone entered the sales room. He then stepped into the dark storage area, closing the door behind him. "Cinda?" he asked quietly. "Right here whe...
If you've read the previous seven parts you'll know you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action. If you haven't read then I'd strongly suggest you do. You see the accounts flow naturally and are intrinsically linked, so they really do need to be read in the sequence I wrote them. Whatever way you do read them, though, enjoy them, leave...
Copyright protected. No reprint without author permission. Here is part 3 of 3 of my latest offering to the Literotica readership. Chapter 5 – Inclusion, Exclusion, Conclusion Hi. It's me, Sam, again. I was telling you my sad story. At least it was sad to me. Some of you readers might be getting quite a hoot out of my problems. I'd been badly inj...
I want to take this opportunity to thank "meathead96" for his invaluable, and capable editing skills and words of encouragement. * It was midday at the accounting firm of Stevens and Birkstrom, but Jon Henri Deveroux was characteristically at his workstation, poring over an open spreadsheet. It had never been unusual to find the affable, mid 40's accountan...
It was my distinct pleasure to take my lunch Tuesday at Dante's, an elegant little trattoria in the mall. Faye was right on time. I saw her approaching across the courtyard and marveled at the fluid motion of those fantastic hips and tush. I wasn't the only one admiring her strut. Every male eye in the place was fixed raptly on that poetry in motion, clad wi...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan December 2014 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***********...
My thanks to my Editor, Kanga40, whose efforts on my behalf are much appreciated. Thank you. * Anger; deep and burning anger. There was also pain. Pain of a kind I'd never felt before. I wanted to kill or be killed. I had never been this angry before in my life. Some might say I was pretty young yet and that life would have other situations that would brin...
Diana Maitland watched John Wayne's face as he stared at her. She was sitting in his lap in a chair in front of a large window with the moonlight streaming in, bathing them in a soft glow along with the firelight beside and slightly behind them. She was still wearing his shirt, unbuttoned, and her underwear, and he was in nothing but his boxer shorts. It loo...