I've always envied chaps lucky enough to be favourably endowed with a decent cock. Mine, you see, resembles a small uncooked chipolata cut in half and has always caused me to take a modest stance when discussing one's genitalia with friends. I guess I was towards the back of the queue when our good Lord dished them out. But I have seen no reason to tell por...
He leans close and places the softest kiss upon her forehead. She smiles, he knows, a hand creeping upward over his chest. It's soft and tentative, and fingers curl into the material of his shirt with confused desire that's reflected in the deep brown of her eyes. He breathes her in as he kisses her, inhales her scent and she smells fresh, a vague scent of...
I remember our first date, when L mentioned he was good with his hands. We were brought together by a shared love of music and our shared sense of humour. He was by no means rich, and had a day job he hated. As both a writer and an artist, was creative and passionate. I was 21 and he was 34, and he had a kind of old school charm and dominance to him that I...
Hello Readers It has been forever but I think I am in touch with Cassie again. So much so that I want you to discover where she came from. Some of you -- possibly with reason -- will again say the submission is too short. That may be but right now I wanted to put Cassie back out there. I wanted to see if you still connected with her Thank you for being re...
It started off being longer but I thought the story also a good fit for the 750 word format so here it is cut down a little. * Mary and Ciara thought they got a good deal when Fred took the third slot in their shared student house. His presence made them feel safer, he seemed to have an endless supply of energy for chopping wood for the log burner and he s...
Hi, this is the second part to the story. Please read part 1 first, otherwise it's not going to make much sense. This is the first story I've written so please feel free to comment, I could use the input. I hope you enjoy it. ***** Her hands don't stop at my waist, they drift across my chest and along my arms. What is she doing? 'I really had you going t...
It had been three days without power, most places had very little food left and heat was running low... With it being the middle of winter it was bitterly cold, those places that had gas were becoming havens... luckily as it would have it for this story and myself mine was one of those few places. Most of the street had moved out as the snow, flooding and w...
I sipped the last of my tea and placed the cup delicately on the saucer. Relieved of this prop for the performance of polite intercourse, I was able to lean closer to our handsome visitor, sitting beside me on the sofa. "It is delightful to see you again, Sir Francis. We wondered what you had been doing, so long away." His eyes were drawn to my tightly c...
Tangiers is a crowded dusty warren where the streets are paved with shit. I paid off there. Stay with X who writes Gay pornography for underground publications to finance his work on the endless novel he keeps in a black-grained leather binder hidden in a bohemian apartment of antique and ornate Art Nouveau mirrors. A cypress tree towers twenty feet from the...
Lisa and I had been loving each other regularly ever since that first night, and while I love the feel of a woman's body, I was beginning to miss having a man. But that was going to change very soon as well. It happened like this. One day I had been lying on the sofa, putting on one of my regular shows for Lisa who I knew would be watching from her apartmen...