Andrew Woodrow is a stranger to everyone. To his friends and to his family alike; in his nature and his passions. He is the quiet type and speaks little about his hopes, dreams or ambitions. As a student he is perfect; as a companion... well, not so much. I only understand this now. We're best friends, you see. We talk about shit every day, laugh every day...
The Purchase- Milton Winker was drenched in sweat. The droplets trickled slowly over his wide, hairy belly and tickled their way down to nestle in his coarse wiry pubic hair. A wide single leather strap bound his large balls and forced them down from the base of his penis. He was a young man- only 21, and he was built like a pig… fat and hairy. His whole bo...
Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 3 == Despite loving Chloe very deeply and enjoying serving her very much, in my head I still wanted to be with a man. Although I felt very comfortable being Chloe's plaything in every way, I felt I needed a male presenc...
"You're still going to do it with me?" It was half question, half command. "The toga party? Tonight? Our special surprise?" "Yes Kay, yes, I'm in. I'm just finishing up my toga now and I'll be over in a bit for...the other thing." Vikki laughed as they still wouldn't talk about it, other than whispers to each other. "Ok Vee, I'm just getting anxious. I wa...
Winston groaned to himself as he followed the directions. He knew that the invitation to join them to the haunted house had been more of an afterthought. Even though it had been Jessie who gave him the invite, the nagging impression was there nonetheless. It was described to him as the perfect Halloween night: a stop at a haunted house before a night of part...
Joint hanging from her lips, she bent down to pick up two wine glasses from the floor. In denim hot-pants, the full length of her radiant, tanned legs was visible. Her ginger bob was ruffled, part of it swung down over her eyes nearly touching the end of the joint. She brushed it behind her ear with her free hand. The glasses clinked. The room was hazy from...
This is a follow up to my earlier story ('She and her Dad screw through England and France') in which my Dad had won a three week all-expense paid trip to Europe and invited me to join him. During the trip he and I, as might have been imagined, got all tangled up with sex that we both loved and then we met up with Nicole, a lovely French girl, with whom we h...
Fucking dopehead. You left your laptop on the kitchen table, and there, open and ready for all to see, your sleezy 'Memoirs of a Rock Star.' What sicko records, in gooey detail, all their infidelities? Then 'accidentally' leaves them for their wife to find? I'll tell you who. The kind of man-child who still defines himself by his sexual 'prowess'. The kin...
Welcome to chapter eight, everyone! We're approaching the end; chapter nine will be the conclusion of this series. Some of you have requested a happy ending - we'll see how things turn out ;-) Thank you for voting/commenting and enjoy the story! ***** The two weeks after the dinner with Nora and George passed quickly. With help from one of Ahmad's aides,...
Thank you for reading my stories. This is the first in a series about the coming of age of Jeff. This initial chapter is a set-up piece so please bear with the length as I introduce a few characters, all of whom are over the age of 18-years-old. If you like it, please provide a rating and any comments! *** We live in a fairly affluent section of our city,...