I wanted to call this “Brian’s Dong” but Dennis said that would have been far too facetious. I’m not the English Teacher that Dennis is. Anyway Denny asked me to write this stuff down like he did and post it on his page because like he tells me, we were all connected and still are. It was cool how we all came to live together like we did in 1986. We had a b...
Author's note: Thank you for the supportive messages I have received after posting chapter 3. If you care to go back to chapter 3 it is now back open for comments and rating, after it has been reposted in the same category as the first 2 chapters. Without those messages of support I am not sure if I would have continued this story. For those that sugge...
There is a bikini bar I love to visit. It's a bit of a dive; certainly not a "Gentleman's club". Girls dance on the main stage wearing micro bikinis. After each song they go round the audience and collect dollar bills, stuffing them into their bikini bottoms. For twenty dollars the dancers will take you into the back room for a private dance. There is a fu...
Porky was weeping bitterly, and at the same time, his dick was straining, and quite excited. Who was this girl? Starla was his friend Spalding's cousin, and he'd seen how she enslaved him--Olivarius, the school's intramural lacrosse coach had told Porky that Starla had taught him how to suck his own dick... Several young women of Porky's acquaintance foll...
California! The promised land! That's how it looked to me as a young girl growing up in St. Charles, Minnesota. Always sunny and warm. We used to always watch the Rose Parade on New Year's Day and every year it would feature these gorgeous flowered floats and beautiful young people in shorts and bathing suits. Meanwhile, it was snowing like a big dog in Min...
My name is Dan and I have always considered myself a hot-blooded heterosexual. My girlfriend (Amanda) would attest, as we are both very sexual and adventurous with one another. However this is a tale of a particular night in which my cock revealed its' true nature. It started with a ski cabin, a "Jacuzzi" and our friends (Ray and Stephanie). We were on vaca...
I decided to go out to my old neighborhood and have a few drinks one Friday night to watch a baseball game, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. As I turned around, I looked into a face that I hadn't seen since I had lived in the neighborhood. "Oh my God, that is you!" the woman exclaimed. Kathy literally was the girl next door when we were kids, and w...
AUTHORS NOTE: This is an old story I wrote way back when I was first trying my hand at this craft. I recently rediscovered it, and am now posting it with minor editing. Please enjoy, and as always, all constructive feedback is appreciated, and please vote. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = One of the advantages of living in a new subdivision is...
I didn't sleep much that night. My mind raced at a hundred miles an hour. I was eaten with guilt. The fantasy I had just had was been just a little too real, the orgasm, too intense. I fought with myself. My husband was mostly perfect. I shouldn't want more. It was selfish. And really, I didn't want more. I steeled myself. I was going to stay at home with my...
LEANNE SEIDLER'S STORY My conversations with Leanne were very different, right from the beginning. She is much less methodical and orderly than her husband, and we tended to jump from one subject to another. In addition, she was obviously unhappy and anxious, and a mixture of guilt and defiance was evident from the very moment she first came into my office...