Both starting their second year at a large university in New Orleans, Skylar and Rose had met when they had been paired as dorm mates their first day on campus the previous year. They were both from small towns, both an only child, and both had left home and come to school with a small-town naivety regarding a city like The Big Easy. They had both been relie...
Rain had been sliding down the windows of Siobhan's apartment all night. She'd been planning to go out and get some dinner, but it looked like tonight she'd order in. She didn't much mind the rain, but her six-year-old golden retriever Michelle hated it. Surprisingly enough though, her dog was a wonderful guide everywhere else. Siobhan had been considered le...
I settled into my lounge chair and played back the massage in my head. I could still feel the warmth of the oil dripping down my sides, the softness of her her touch on my arms and legs and the look of her tiny hands wrapped around my cock. I could see myself on all fours bucking my hips as she coaxed an orgasm out of me. Almost involuntarily, my hands sta...
"Are you sure were gonna stay dry on our hike? Those clouds look menacing," Jenna asked unexpectedly. "Yeah. I checked weather this morning. Shouldn't get hit with it until late this afternoon." CLUNK, Jeremy shut the back of the SUV. "Got your pack? Ready?" "Let's get this over with before we get wet," laughed Jenna. Jenna was a tall, thin brunette. Sh...
I didn't always know I was attracted to guys. I had lived pretty happily dating girls and just going about my life until I was 23 years old. My first time with a guy wasn't planned or expected, although when it was over I suddenly never saw guys the same again. A friend had asked me to come up to his family's cabin over the summer. He and a few friends were...
I had to laugh when I rubbed the gravy boat and the genie came out. It only looked like a magic lamp; I didn't really think it was one. Still, plain as day, there stood a shimmering, slightly-see-through female genie, dressed in the classic Arabian getup. Now, I'm not one to believe in ghosts or fairy tales or supreme beings. But somehow my conviction of d...
Written for and inspired by abbey She was bathed in a soft comforting warm light, struggling to open her eyes, so very bright. Her mind was spinning with infinitely many questions: "Am I dead? How did I get here? Where is here? What happened?" There was something else, something she couldn't understand, her head hurt, it felt as if her mind had been rummage...
Editor's note: story contains bisexual/gay male sexual situations. Chapter Two: The Fellows Leave for Their Fishing Trip "Honey, Bobby is here," Christy says as she comes into the garage looking a little disheveled after our romp in bed. "All right tell him I am almost ready to go. I just have to get my tackle box and fishing rod." "What are you wearing...
By now Yvette had recovered her strength. They left the café and spent an hour walking together in the sunlit streets. As they reached the Seine and turned onto the Quai de la Tournelle Yvette took Lena by the arm and went on with her story . She had made no real attempt to hide the evidence of her time with D. They were undressing for bed some days after h...
The scene is a bus stop, a three sided, shallow structure with a roof and a bench. It's out in the country, near the end of a bus line created to bring commuters into the city. In a few years, suburban housing might make it out this far but for now it's lightly populated. It's the middle of the night, roughly 2:30 am, faintly lighted with a single bulb. One...