Editor's note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content. * I was visiting Alex in Zanzi one evening. He's one of the best bartenders on the strip and certainly one of the best people in town. As a result of Alex being local-born, Zanzi has a lot of local customers, making it uniquely different from the rest of the bars that are primarily fille...
The maid opening the door woke me, but as soon as the young woman saw me on the bed, she quickly backed out. My head was pounding and my mouth felt like an army had marched through it however, I forced myself to rise and take stock of the situation. Caitlin was gone, although I suspected I knew her location, so after taking a shower, I walked towards the bea...
I had no explanation. I'd been given the best opportunity of my young career and I was honored, excited and ambivalent at the same time. The result was intimidating, humbling, entertaining and educational and, yet, I was able to pull it off anyway. My name is Justin. I was working for a regional news organization just a year after graduating from University...
Chapter 2: Walk Like a Man We continued to meet weekly with the doctor. I was taking a half-day off work each time. Five weeks later I went into work in the afternoon following a session and immediately had my boss, Peter Minshull, in my face. "Look here, Walter. This business of coming in when it suits you doesn't cut it. I expect you to put in a full day...
Author's note: I recommend reading 'Working at the Sperm Bank Ch. 01' first, to understand how and why Alyssa ended up in this situation. Thanks to MaximusTheMad for editing. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction. Any names, places, and events in this story are entirely made up by the author. Similarities with real occurrences are coincidental. *****...
After he moved away, Sanaii turned to rest her back against the wall. She didn't trust her shaky legs to help her stand. . "Zorro" had his eye on her as he slipped off the condom and tossed it in the toilet. She was a pretty girl with warm dark skin, shiny, soft, twisty looking hair, and big almond eyes that were still half closed. He could see her dark nipp...
My wife and I have been married since the late 80s. She is younger than me and absolutely stunning whilst I am certainly no oil painting. In fact people have often asked how someone like me got a woman like her. Our sex life is pretty good and we have some pretty wild fantasies, although we haven't done much about seeing them through. My wife had only ever...
She was a zit, a swollen, white headed bubble ready to burst and squirt whenever he decided to pinch her in that very special way. Not necessarily painful, nor unsightly if you are into that sort of thing. Bright red at the edges and white in the center, she'd personify that zit wearing red latex and lace over her pale, pale flesh. Like any zit, he harbored...
Once Mistress Angela introduced me, Her slave, to Her friends, they were all jealous of Her. To own someone like Angela did was amazing. It was obvious that the slaveboy would do anything She commanded him to. They couldn't wait to get home that day and call each other on the phone to discuss Angela's domination over Her slave. Finally, they got up to co...
The evening had been relaxed, fairly informal, vanilla even. He had made a simple and elegant meal and he and his sub lounged over the last of a bottle of unoaked chardonnay from a local vinyard. Normally when she came over they jumped straight into the fun and games but tonight he'd decided to go a bit more slowly. Maybe even get to know her a bit better ou...