No one knows what it's like to be me. My name is Matthew Marquis. I'm a big white guy of Jewish origin who hails from the incredibly tough and resilient town of Stoughton, in the state of Massachusetts. I was raised by my absentee father and my guilt-inducing Jewish Mama. I finally escaped from my boring household when I went to Bay State University in Bosto...
Chapter 10: Late Night Visit -------------------------------- My Wife is Full of Surprises! -------------------------------- Saturday was a hectic day, with a number of tasks around the house knocked out, and a quiet evening ending with a nice leisurely roll with my loving wife. Any thoughts of a quiet weekend were obliterated by the shrill ring of my...
To Sleep Perchance To Dream Of Cuckolding! Carol was a mousy woman of 38 and a virgin when she married at twenty. This was the result of strict religious upbringing at home and school. Her mother taught her that sex was dirty, only necessary for procreation. Carol had three brothers and her mother boasted that as soon as she'd had a daughter she had never...
Chapter 2 – They're only words Where we started wasn't quite where I was expecting. We agreed that he would come over to my place and take me to the gym, so I could sign up for the month's trial deal and get my personal program drawn up. "Let's make a start today," he had said. So for the rest of the day, he and I worked at our respective desks like any...
When I woke the next morning, I had somewhat come back to my senses. My ass-hole ached like I'd been fucked by a freight train, my mind was clear of whatever power Isac had had over me, and I was more than a little upset; not just at him either, but myself. I couldn't believe I had let happen what had happened. If anyone knew I had given in to this hulking b...
At the time this story happened, I was working as a freelance proofreader for several small publishers in New York. I had come to this particular building on Fifth Avenue to pick up a job. I had always enjoyed coming to this building because it housed one of New York's biggest modeling agencies, and I almost always shared an elevator with one or two models w...
Chapter 2: Deserve AUTHOR'S NOTE: As stated at the beginning of Chapter 1, this chapter will have no sex. Live with it. Speaking of which, Chapter 3 might take a while longer because I reread it a few minutes before submitting this chapter and, well...it sucks. Gotta love hindsight. So, yeah, I'll need a little extra time. It's not like this story's the b...
You may be wondering what happened to me, after pirates stormed my yacht off the coast of Africa whilst I was enjoying a gentle session of bondage and licking with my lovely best friend, Harriet. Harriet is a cousin of mine. Since my father died my Uncle has been guardian of my millions - left to me on my parents' death - and I have lived pretty much protec...
Here's a shorty that made me smile as I wrote it. I hope it does the same for you! * The best part of the zombie apocalypse? Chicks dig it when you save their lives. I'm serious. They really do, even if you're built like me. I'm not the tallest guy in town or the savviest or the best looking. I'm about as average as you can get. I'm five feet, ten inches t...
I was the typical, horny, eighteen-year-old back in the late sixties. It was a warm Spring Saturday evening in southern Michigan. My girlfriend and I had recently broken up, and I was looking for someone to take her place. Jim, my long time friend, and I had been riding around doing a whole lot of nothing that night, and it was getting late. We were about...