I've come to the conclusion that kids are like cream cakes. Everyone loves them, they can bring supreme pleasure to your life. The best of times are to be had when it's just the two of you alone, sharing some quality time together. All too soon, you know they'll be gone, so you try to make the most of every second you have together. Of course, too many of t...
....as she stood behind her slave and pressed the tip of the huge– “Excuse me, Miss?” Miss Oatlash’s typing was interrupted by the stewardess tapping her on the shoulder. She had been writing an erotic fantasy for her lover on her laptop. She was using large fonts, so the words were visible to anyone who was nosy enough to look. Apparently, someone was....
Our sons have been in Scouts from the day they first heard about them, I’m glad they joined. It is a fine organization, teaching them Honesty, and Wholesome American Values needed in today’s fucked up world! Like most of the fathers, I never took the time to be a Leader, leaving that to the mothers that had the desire to. We became good friends with Miss Mar...
Three AM. The patients were sleeping, finally. The other 2 nurses on the unit were busy - one was reading the latest Anne Rice novel and the other was working on a counted cross-stitch project. This time of night was either feast or famine. Anything could happen, or nothing. Rita had an odd feeling though. It wasn't a full moon (she had checked) and the 's...
Carol was the new face in the office. A hired temp to help out with the Christmas rush that always caught the firm sleeping. Her new boss, Jeremy, was a handsome hunk of 6’2” muscle. He obviously worked out regularly and along with his good looks, made him a prize for any single girl who had the balls to catch him. And that was the problem, women don’t have...
Here I am again. Another Saturday night of me sitting in the gay bar trying to find my diamond in the rough. I guess I may be going about this wrong way, but something tells me I am going about it right. I have spent too many years dreaming about this, and my resolve to find him tonight will make it happen. "Hey Girl!" A familiar voice from behind me rings...
Hello, there. My name is Stephen Saint. A big and tall young Black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Brockton State College, a small public college located in the city of the same name. These are the tales of my adventures. The adventures of a tall, good-looking, forthrightly bisexual student, writer and activist in collegiate America....
Competition is the spice of life. It makes everything so much more interesting, don't you think? Take Carla Heimdall for example. She's a seven-foot-tall, pretty-faced, large-breasted, thick-bodied and big-bottomed woman from the Republic of Germany. In her country, she's a legend. At Germany's top university, she's the captain of the Women's Rugby team. She...
My wife said, "Well now it's just us girls. Leland is going to a bar to watch the football game with some pals. But it's only 4 pm." Looking at Diane she continued, "It's so great to have you here, Diane, after so much time. It's great that we are re-connecting...and that our husbands get along so well. Ha Ha." "Yes," Diane agreed. "There is some good chem...
"Janet, I want you to listen to me very carefully. You will become the person you were meant to become tonight." Beth's slow, hypnotic voice seemed to penetrate my being. Still exhausted from my orgasm, her words touched me in a way that no one had ever been able to reach me. Beth began, "Janet, you are a beautiful woman and for too many years you were caug...