Dear class, In this chapter, our hero begins the self introspection of reconciling the sexual fantasy of the pre diluvium adolescent male with the adult reality he finds himself in. Our hero Rod has met the primordial Lilith in the form of Kaley and she has reveal the secret knowledge of female desire for male power. She has held up the ring as the forbidde...
Author's Note: For some reason, I like 3's and I thought the 3rd and final chapter should be in the male voice, since Ch 01 belonged to Tammi and Ch 02 belonged to Raven - even though that probably won't be as enjoyable for the average reader who might enjoy the female voice better. PRELUDE The big advantages I have are that I know what I like and I have e...
This story continues on from "A Second Life – Chapter 4". Once again, all the characters, places and events in the story are pure fiction and straight out of my active imagination. I do not accept any responsibility for any resemblance to real people, places or events that occur anywhere. Sorry about the slow start, but I want to give my characters a litt...
I was never what anyone would refer to as the typical male. Standing only five foot five and weighing only 130 pounds, no one would ever use me in a he-man advertisement. I wasn't scrawny; my body was well formed with some muscle in my chest and legs. My physique hasn't really changed at all since I was 15. Getting girls in school was not the easiest since t...
Chapter 13 – Arrivals I was standing under the large arrivals board at the local train station some 10 minutes early, my hands shaking in anticipation. The station was completely empty except for me and a lonely train conductor. A nice middle aged guy, about my size, slightly shorter. He helped me sort out the exact arrival time and then went on about his b...
This is an esoteric yogic technique: centuries old. * I jackknife my ass into my sub's vagina and thrust into her yoni/pussy repeatedly as the two-petalled Mooladhara chakra or male prostate gland blossoms at the impact of my horny buttocks into willing feminine warmth, vulnerability and submissiveness. I get the same excitement in this action that a horn...
Yet another waltz began to play in the grand ballroom of the military academy that was my personal hell. Cadets and their partners moved onto the dance floor to resume the mocking imitation of a good time. An endless see of military uniforms and pastel dresses, each as bland and unimpressive as the next. I stepped back behind a potted plant and tried to sink...
He held her face down on the bed with his left hand cupping the back of her neck and said in low, quiet tones, "Don't you dare move a muscle." He lowered himself onto her naked form with his erect cock cradled perfectly between her round and shapely ass cheeks. He removed his hand from the back of her neck, curled his forearm under her throat and tightened j...
Liana walked the cold, sterile medical hallway looking for the entrance to the "Natural Physiotherapy" suite. Naturally, it was about as far from the entrance as it could be. Once inside, however, the gray, matted carpet gave way to lush comforts; dark patterned green carpet, a trickling waterfall desk ornament, and soothing music. On her left, a door labele...
Masturbation for me is more than a few seconds of orgasmic ecstasy, it's a sacred and spiritual thing. I became addicted to masturbation early in life, in fact the first time I watched a friend stroke his erect cock and ejaculate I knew my life had changed forever. And, the first time I experienced the extreme pleasure of my first orgasm and watched my sem...