There is this period of time in between the last time you had something, and the moment when you no longer feel the insane pull of need for that certain something. During that in between time, one becomes absolutely insane with want and need. Of course I'm talking about sex. We have all had our dry spells, and there always comes that moment when you finally...
NOTE: This story is a follow-up to "A Bus Worth Missing," posted 4/14/16 in the romance section. To get the most out of this new story, interested readers might wish to read "A Bus Worth Missing" first, written from Ryan's point of view. Now it's Coleen's turn. As always, feedback is much appreciated, yea or nay. Some girls get swept off their feet. Ryan...
My heart pounded. A trickle of sweat beaded down my forehead and dripped off my cheek. No matter how many battles I fought, it was always the same. My whole body reacted to the anxiety of waiting, moving in, preparing for the moment itself. When the battle was being fought, I was calm and focus. Awaiting it, I was a nervous wreck. My thoughts flitted back t...
CHAPTER 1 Aldershot: 4th April 1982 The pub was packed; mainly soldiers; it was the regimental boozer after all, but also locals keen to say goodbye to their boys. There were a small group of hard nuts who thought that picking a fight with a red beret was a reflection of their own vaunting masculinity. The NCOs could have spent the evening in the comfort o...
I have a secret I'd like to share with you. No one knows it, and since I'm using a pen name you too won't know who I really am. Once you know what it is you may want to take it from me. But it's mine. It belongs to me and I own it. Got that? *Wink* I'm from Japan, and when I went to the U.S.A to study (and eventually live there), it was the first time I was...
My eyes open as the hazy blur soon gives away to the image of my surroundings. I am on a four post bed and the walls are a sandy brown. There appears to be no door just a panel upon one of the walls. I find myself wearing no clothes and my cock rock hard. I ease off the bed and make my way to the balcony. The sight outside is nothing like I have ever seen...
The following is an original story by Claire Jones * * * Creak, creak, creak. Blaire pressed her eyes closed and turned over in bed, sighing as she rolled towards the clock atop the nightstand. Wearily, she slowly opened her eyes to find it was nearly four in the morning. Blaire let out a groan and flopped back into the pillows. Not again, her mind whine...
Town pervert has his day in court, so to speak. It was a small town in western Massachusetts where life was slower than it was in Boston, the capitol. Yet, founded in 1665, thirty-five years after Boston, this town still clung to the puritanical roots, morals, and standards that Boston once had. They did not like sexual perversions and sexual deviates or sm...
My name is Azhar Qadir and I understand that what I'm about to share with you is definitely shocking. Especially coming from a man who was born and raised in Amman, the biggest City in the Capital Region of the Kingdom of Jordan. I have lived in the Confederation of Canada for almost twenty years now. I moved to North America with my parents when I was much...
My last good lay, Maher Osman is a strong man in every sense of the term. Six-foot-three, lean and athletic, with dark brown skin, curly Black hair and light brown eyes, this Djibouti-born stud attracts the female gaze everywhere he goes. The first time I actually laid eyes on him, I was walking through the world-famous Nicollet Mall in downtown Minneapolis,...