"I can't talk about this right now. I need to get some rest. Ttyl." That was the last text Justin received from Ashley before he finally rolled over and tried to get to sleep. She was upset with him, and for good reason. Justin replayed the events in his head over and over again. He could not believe how his sixth orgasm of the day had been so powerful and...
Journal entry Wednesday, February 14, 1968: "Today is Valentine's day. (Happy birthday mom, you made it to 40!) It's hard to study for Friday's calculus test because I saw a beautiful girl today and I can't think about anything except her. Someone said she's a freshman transfer student from Tennessee but she looks like she should be in college. She does loo...
I was dismayed when I read the sign that said the lift won't work. I'd have to go up three floors to get to my bank. I wasn't sure if my dodgy knees could take it. I climbed the stairs wearily cursing my luck. I felt angrier that I had let myself turn into self-pitying sexless middle aged man. After much effort I had managed to reach just the first floor....
Holly James was working late the night of her encounter. Her latest project, what was called the Sextroid, was a new and brilliant concept. If it worked it would open a new door in sex toys. The Sextroid X-50 was a robot meant to pleasure females. It was built exactly like the perfect man; a nice muscular body, a perfect face, great hair, and a very large pe...
Session Several years ago I was on a trip to Florida, where I had access to a gated community with its own stretch of hardly used beach. This was a very desolate spot in terms of crowds, and the beaches had high grassy dunes and were not particularly long from dune to water, especially at high tide. One evening as the sun was going in and the shadows were l...
'Dedicated to Bartlomiej Wielgos whom Blake Wilde was based on' * I couldn't resist. I know I'm just an ordinary English teacher in an ordinary secondary school, but this time, I couldn't control the situation. He's so gorgeous, so beautiful, yet so intimidating. His beautiful blonde hair, his shining brown eyes, his glasses. My hormones were raging so...
It's morning again. I get up from bed, and take a look outside. It's snowing. Just another day in November. If you are at all familiar with Massachusetts, then you know what I am talking about. I look at all the snow piling up outside and I wince. Yes, I know plenty of you men out there are feeling the same. When the heavy snow falls in New England, it's tim...
Don stirred in the hotel bed. He was uncomfortable, and he was unsure why. His head was pounding to the beat of his heart. He pulled his knees up toward his chest to try to squeeze into a sleepy fetal position. It was then that he realized something was very different here. He felt compressed and restricted. He was lying in a bed, but what bed? It wasn't his...
She came in every Tuesday and Thursday like clockwork. 9:15 am. Her routine was pretty much the same each day: order a medium latte, make small talk with the cashier and be on her way. She had begun coming into the coffee house in early February, a month after I had started making it my remote office. I liked the buzz and understated camaraderie of the regu...
"Hi...you got it done in the end then? Did you get everything you wanted?" I said to Trudy as she walked in through the door after her trip to London. She smiled, a little nervously I thought, as if something I said had struck a chord. She should have been away for only one night, but in the end had stayed for two. She had called early on the morning of t...