I will begin this tale with the info that I am what is called a bi-top. I love women, however, I will also fuck men. The reader can accept my belief that mouths and anuses have no gender, or not. It matters little to me. I had met and fucked a submissive bottom . He is 35, married with 2 children, and dearly loves being ordered to do anything. I mean anyth...
Adam Brent is the name. Most people just call me Young Adam. I don't know why, but that nickname has stuck with me for ages. I'm a tall, and dare I say good-looking young African man with dark brown skin, curly black hair and pale gray eyes. Anyone looking at me would see a young African-American male. The kind of man that both men and women can't help but f...
It was a major leap for us both and specially an out-of-character behavior for me. I would have never imagined that I would be standing on an altar in front of a man, whom I had met just six months ago. At that moment, when we were about to take our vows, I realized that I loved the man a lot but I barely knew anything about his background. However, when he...
"Two more minutes? Pleease?" I knew that the arching pose Amy had got herself into was beginning to hurt, but my drawing was going well and I just needed to firm up some of its key details. Amy grunted at me through her clenched teeth, but nodded and held the pose. The window light was wintry and gentle as it shaped her smooth white body into soft highlight...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first chapter of a long semi-autobiographical tale about my search for sexual identity. Since some of the characters are real people, I've changed all the names to protect the innocent. And while you might be tempted to look for vacation rentals on Vecino Beach (see chapters 3 and 6), don't bother. I made it up as a convenient stan...
Brook groggily woke up to the sound of the phone. She certainly wasn't ready to get up. She had spent another wonderful night with Will, this time sans unwanted interruptions. She sighed heavily as sunlight assaulted her eyes. She reached for the phone: "Hello?" "Hey Brook, it's Will." Instantly she perked up and her mood improved. "Hey! Couldn't live wi...
Ch. 5: Dixie's Surrende Jacob’s Bistro November 6, 12:05 p.m. It was a little Bistro just a block from where Dixie worked. She and Willow often came here for lunch. Today was no exception. However, the black mini-skirt and silk blouse attracted a lot of attention. Dixie found the attention exciting. Unfortunately this caused her nipples to press against th...
She stormed into the hotel bar, fuming. Her company had sent her down to Dallas for a conference at the last minute. What no one had taken into account was the big race at the Texas Motor Speedway. Because it was a big race, and a big race always drew out all the dumb rednecks (actually, any race at all drew out all the dumb rednecks), every good, decent, or...
XXII Harriett's travels around the world through her work meant that she knew hardly at all how life was at home at the flat. The long and detailed letters she received from Emma and less often from Charlotte were always several weeks late and usually forwarded from the last location she'd worked at. For instance, she might send a postcard home from her cur...
I'm looking for input and a crit as well as votes. Should I post more this is an excerpt of my burgeoning work.. PJ.... * * * * * "I got your invite!" she said, waving as she walked up the trail. "Glad you decided to show up. You couldn't have picked a better time. The wood is all chopped and stacked," Max said, dusting off his jeans. He opened his arm...