My name is Richard Peter Johnson. Yeah, I know already. Three 'dick' names. It's kind of appropriate though. I should start at the beginning. It makes the whole thing easier to understand. In the early 90's my mother came to Hollywood from Wyoming to make her fortune working in the movie business. She was really pretty but couldn't act very well. Soon she...
Dressed in a tailored red, velvet suit and adorned with a red hat trimmed with white fur and a shiny black belt with bright gold buckle and calf high boots, Freddie looked in the mirror dissatisfied with what he saw. With his broad shoulders, developed chest, muscular arms, and slim waist he looked more like Arnold Schwarzenegger than he did Santa Claus. F...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not in anyway reflect the actions or thoughts of Scarlett Johansson. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money off writing it. Authors note: This is my first piece, don't be harsh in comments. ********************* There were only a few days left to wrap up...
It wasn't a bad summer job. I got to work around filmmakers and still photographers. They had started letting me set up the lighting for some of the shoots, and there was even the promise that, eventually, I might be allowed in the room during the shoot. Who knew? By the end of the summer, I might even be allowed to take a picture or two, get my hands on one...
In July of 1974 when my wife Lyn was only 21, she visited her friend M who was living in San Francisco at the time. Lyn had known M all through high school, but since M had come out as a gay, he had moved to California to pursue a career as an actor. M was a classic blue-eyed blonde-haired hunk that Lyn had had a crush on forever, but M lived in a faster la...
It was another day in the life of Marcel Pons. He was barking orders to the crew of five he assembled for today's casting. They were setting up the master bedroom of a rented penthouse to look like an Arabian harem. Being a porn director was not as glamorous or exciting as many guys believe -- there is a lot of stuff to do, schedules to follow and deadlines...
Why does wanting to be a cuckold such a bad thing? I've written about it and posted such stories on Literotica only to be told I'm a moron and pile of dog shit. What are people so afraid of that they can't handle themselves cordially when one man wants to explore an open-marriage where primarily the wife is pleasured by another man? I don't get it and probab...
Welcome, everyone. Thanks for checking out the story! This is 'At the Cabin', but despite its title, over time it became more than just a story about teens spending time at a cabin, because it became more about the characters than the setting as we expanded on their backstories, their families and the small town they live on. The story wasn't and isn't writt...
This story is dedicated to Faye Skylark - the inspiration for this story and a terrific fellow author. And thanks to another fantastic author, Busty Alix, for her advice and encouragement. When you're done here, look up their stories. You won't be disappointed! Part 01 (Two Minutes) "Next!" The voice from the room next door called out. Faye Skylark lo...
CHAPTER THREE The pain had only lasted for a fraction of second, the bullet traveling straight through Dirk’s heart, killing him instantly. Dirk remained on his feet however, watching as his body tumbled forward, blood splattering down the alleyway, a look of absolute horror on Gretchen’s face. Dirk turned away from his body to see the homeless man, Jim, ru...