I saw her standing there, garb in a flowery pink yukata, the cascade of fireworks dousing her in flashes of green and purple. She was awestruck by the light show, but she must have caught me in the corner of her eye. She turned to me and smiled, curling a finger into her long black hair. On her head was a shiny silver ornament, shaped like a piston in a roto...
Major Themes: M/F; M/F x many ladies; interracial sex ‘black on blondes’; male stripping; muscle worship; sexual fantasy especially black fantasy; cock tease and cock worship; male sexual domination. Disclaimer: The Story of The Blacklion and its many chapters to follow is a work of erotic fiction and fantasy. It is meant to provide entertainment for th...
ok the first part short but more will be added. ) edit- Fix some sentence flow and the height of Niki You needed some money. So you decided to become a towel boy at a gym. The add for it was in a small section of the newspaper. It was very exclusive and not many people knew about the gym. The gym was advance and very pricey. It had swimming pools and spas. Y...
NOTE: For those of you joining us for the first time, this story is a vignette from Rubirosa's series "Cock Star." The chronicle focuses upon the private life of a public couple. As the most accomplished porn star of modern times, Samson lives out popular male sex fantasies on a daily basis. Yet his heart still belongs to Sandra Kong, his business manager, h...
Bruce Robert Kinsey slowly sat up – his head aching – and tried to remember why he couldn't remember a single thing that had happened last night. Several things lurched into place, one after the other, as his vision took in the blue sky and the green leaves, then the broad sweep of the trees around him, and his skin took in the sensation of grass rubbing aga...
Nothing special about this one. A young woman with dashed dreams is lifted from despair by an unexpected and un-sought encounter. I don't intend this to be a series but she has more to discover and I could visit the character again some time in the future. ***** Another endless Friday afternoon. Made more endless because April had nothing to look forward t...
Eric and I sat naked on the bleachers at the YMCA pool, St Paul. It was nine on a Monday night, the facilities near deserted. My weights room buddy had kept me back later than usual, after our swim and workout, with his ceaseless talk of body building, body builders, new routines, favorite muscle groups. After two hours of exercise I was happy to linger in h...
Sick thoughts. They were sick, sick thoughts. Yet no matter how much he tried to get them out of his head, they came back – whispered to him, tapped on his shoulder like the first wisps of smoke from a building on fire. Everyday, as he walked into his friendly San Francisco office he couldn't help but notice the curvature of her body. The perfectly packed p...
Kira Moira and I are coming up to the entry to the Academy, an enormous brick gatehouse with a huge iron gate guarded by two uniformed soldiers. They stand with polished pikes and in plate armor and pretend they can protect the Academy. Other than drunks and curious citizens they don't deal with much anyway. I walk with the bundle of books and as we come c...
Richard was sitting in the living room watching The Biggest Loser -- thinking to himself: I am a big loser for watching this -- when the doorbell rang. He looked at his wife, who indicated her disinclination for answering the door by reaching for another fistful of Orville Redenbacher's finest. With a long-suffering sigh, Richard got up and padded to the do...