To my way of thinking, there is no better way to wake up in the morning than to feel the dawn light gently caressing your face. It was the sunlight streaming in through the sheer curtains at my window that woke me and my mind was still in a haze as I stretched... and came in contact with someone else. Instantly I was wide-awake. "Good morning," Bryan said....
Travel time from London to Cairo is less than 6 hours, but it was not the flight that taxed me. It was the confusion over the transfer of Air Egypt's airport services from Terminal 1 to the newly opened and renovated Terminal 2. I was lost in its sprawling vastness having been more familiar with the smaller arrival and departure area of Terminal 1. Ahmed, m...
Thanks to the Hip and Knee Doctor for editing assistance. * It was four years since my wife died and three years since my kids started working on me to move. It was their contention that the family home, where they were all raised, was too big for a single man, alone. I held out for as long as I could, but knew that in the end they were right. I had no des...
Michael If I'd known how this day was going to end, I would have stayed in bed. But ignorance, as they say... In any case, I awoke to Anya's sweet mouth on my cock. After shooting my morning lust over her beautiful face, I crawled out of bed as if this were just any ordinary day. She held my cock as I pissed. She bathed me, shaved me, dressed me, then dis...
This story occurs chronologically after "Inverted Nipple Solution," which also features Marilyn. Though they are separate stories, since Mare has made considerable sexual progress by the time of this story, I'd suggest reading the other story first. * In college, I had a fuck-buddy Marilyn, a great personality who had very fair skin, blonde hair, big boobs...
This is a work of fiction in the style of the 1930's pulps. It is NOT politically Correct in any sense of the word. Please take no offense, none is meant. Please feel free to send me feedback, whether you like the story or have criticism. ********************************************** Mark Traeger lead the way down the dark stone passage. He held out the t...
It was pouring down hard now. Big raindrops were hitting the roof of the car in arrhythmic sequence, sometimes drumming against it softly, only to change and a moment later knock forcefully as if threatening to turn into hail. It seemed more like a low budget movie with defective special effects than anything of natural occurrence. Despite all the rain or ma...
He was a big guy but quiet, and when things didn't work out for him he liked to be alone, so he was alone a lot. That didn't bother him much, because he didn't feel like he had much to say to other people anyhow, at least, not about the things they cared about. He was a former football player and looked it, and so people were surprised at how introspective h...
Trying to put something directly into the hands of a hacker was a kin to grabbing a greased pig, in a rainstorm, blindfolded; near impossible and no fun at all. Two days ago the Vatican envoy had shown up unannounced at St. Michael's. "It is imperative that this be delivered to Mr. Simon Lewis Farron as soon as possible," the imposing envoy said to Father D...
It was early morning as I strolled along the beach, sandals carried in my hand. Lazily, I kicked at the sand, it was the finest and softest sand I had ever seen. The sun had already begun to warm. There was not another soul in sight, except one fishing boat, way off the shore. This is Mauritius, one of the most beautiful places in the world. I should be...