This is a story that had originally been posted on here a few years ago. It was revised and edited to be published with another of my 'Ice' stories in a short-lived hockey romance anthology. That book is now no longer available, so I decided to repost this here, for everyone to enjoy again. If you remember reading it on Lit before, you may remember it a lit...
Hockey Moms have been known to have a reputation of Soccer Moms on sterrhoids, in some ways this may be true, since they are required to get their kids to practices at all sorts of rinks and times of the day. However as a youth and high school hockey coach I feel a need to further define hock moms Hockey Mom Bitch, mom that drops their kids off late, not ca...
I grew up a hockey fan. I've always loved the sport, and I've always had a fetish interest in being a woman, as well as serving women. I've always wanted to dress like a woman (more specifically, I have a fetish interest in wearing women's nail polish and wearing women's underwear). Everytime I buy the SI Swimsuit, issue I picture myself wearing those gorge...
As Syndi had explained to Austin, "You aren't supposed to be my boyfriend, you're a submissive. If I want you to spend all your waking hours outside of work kneeling in the corner, naked, that's what you're going to do." Not to mention of course that Austin had been chaste, locked in his Tube for nearly four months. Syndi seemed to have forgotten about him!...
With the score tied at two each, the first half drew towards a close. It was a chilly afternoon and Jane shivered on the substitutes' bench, silently cursing herself for picking up a slight ankle knock in the last game which had got her dropped from the starting line up. Beside her, Amanda started to peel off her tracksuit bottoms. "I'm going to do some stre...
Hockey parents are a special breed - especially the parents on travel hockey teams. They are willing to make insane sacrifices to support their children in the sport, such as by spending thousands of dollars a year on ice fees, tournament fees, expensive equipment that needs to be replaced on an annual basis due to growth spurts, gas, hotels, and meals on th...
Hello, there. Steve Chretien Lamont is the name and collegiate adventure is the nature of my game. I'm a student at Edelson College, a small four-year private school in Indiana. These days, I'm counting down until graduation. For a young black man from a poor Haitian family, graduating college is a big deal. I'm getting my Bachelors of science degree in Crim...
I couldn't wait to get out of this town after graduation. The weather and scenery in Colorado couldn't be beat. It's a place where you can hike and snow ski every day as long as there is enough daylight. Winters are cold and summer could be scorching, as were the girls. We have our share of cute college girls who like hanging out with us. Most were more int...
Hockey practice is usually a bitch, but today was a massive bitch. The conditioning drills had gassed everyone, even the team captain, Valerie. Valerie could taste the sweat dripping from her facemask, a salty grime that reminded her of cum. Her last boyfriend had ask her to swallow, which she half-heartedly agreed to. Not a good taste and it made her feel l...
I walked Maureen to her car. It was across the street in the parking lot of Jimmy's Steakhouse. As she was getting in, I asked, "What's going to happen when you tell Eric about tonight? Will you be safe?" "I will. Eric's an ass, but he's a nonviolent ass." "If you need me, all you have to do is call." "Thank you, that means a lot to me." I kissed Mau...