Everyone in this story is over the age of 18 All usual disclaimers apply This is my first try at writing a story, so any constructive criticism is welcome So lets get in to the story. How did I get here? Sometimes that is the question that most people say when they turn 25 years old and are the single owner of three different boys. No?... just me? Well...
Yes, swallowing one's own come, or licking one's own pussy love-juices, is-almost-futile, unless you are extremely narcissistic, and that may be. Whatever... Yes, baby...:) A complex matter it is--that of eating one's own. It delves very deep into Freud's cannibalistic studies, and all the taboos associated with that. One can't "Eat oneself" and survive, b...
It was always good to go on picnics. I loved it when I got to tag along. When I was taken along it was a picnic or else it was a company outing where kids of the employees were not allowed. My father worked for this big MNC and he was in senior management. They always had these get together and company outings. My father would take my mother and go for the...
Our neighbor was a very modern woman, she would wear skirts and tight blouses which were a hot turn on for all of guys living in the colony. Every morning we would wait to see what she would step out wearing, and it wasn't just us young guys who watched her lustily but even the older men would be in every window. Aunty Sunita was married to a rich businessma...
Charlotte has enjoyed her midnight ride along the mountains since she was a little girl, but a lot has changed since she was a little girl. She was now in her 40's divorced with two beautiful children whom led their own lives now that they were in their teens and too cool to still hang out with their parents. She did try hard to find love, she did a lot act...
8:00 AM Shannon awoke, still groggy from the previous night. The men of the village had carried her to a tent and laid her on a bedroll for the night. It was reasonably comfortable, more so at least than the hard ground, and she slept peacefully. Before she could close her eyes to go back to sleep, the Chief walked into her tent. She gaped at him, as he was...
The name is Mitchell Dreyfuss. The Hound of Hell. Destroyer of the Devil's Enemies. At first glance I look like your average six-foot-three, 260-pound, dark-skinned and clean-shaven black gentleman clad in stylish Urban gear. Unfortunately, I'm anything but. For starters, though I look like a man in his mid-twenties, I am considerably older than that. You se...
Eyes glanced up from the poolside as the pair passed by the palm trees leading away from the hotel. Those in the pool shielded their eyes from the sun, already far into the west, it's rays beating down on the clear water, as the two figures strutted toward vacant sunbeds. Though seemingly oblivious, their gait invited stares. Long elegant legs, graceful stri...
I’ve been rooming with Tom now for a couple of months. Tom’s in pharmaceutical research; I used to be in behavioural research, until I pulled one of my practical jokes once too often and got punted from the program—permanently. Tom’s a good guy and was willing to let me move in for however long it takes for me to get a new research gig. Who am I? I’m Jerry....
Finally we're alone. After the 14 hours on the plane, my boss's housewarming party in Trivandrum and then the Upinayinam, with very little rest in between, we get a break before the business part of the trip starts. It was nice of my company to put us up at the Leela Resort in Kovalam. We walk into the vast lobby and look out through the columns at the pool....