I felt like someone had hit my nose with a sledge hammer as my head bounced off the mat. I could feel the blood from my nose running down my cheeks and into my ears and onto the mat. We weren't at our dojo where the floor has a good 1½"of polyfiber over a heavy canvas covering to cushion our falls, this was just a larger version of a moving blanket, spread o...
He was five feet, three inches tall. He weighed a whopping 115 pounds. At eighteen years old, he was checking in to a new high school in the first month of the school year. His father was a fighter pilot in the Air Force. They moved a lot. They moved so much that his mother had her fill of it five years ago and divorced his dad. He knew what it was like, ch...
Brandon wondered what had happened to his sex life. A little over a year ago, he got married to Lauren. After 6 months of living together and incredibly passionate sex, he had thought that it would continue that way after marriage. But things had gone down hill after the honeymoon. From twice a night, they were down to four or five times a week and never wi...
Caleb Douglas is the name and I'm a young African-American stud who's having the time of his life. Seriously. Why is that? Well, let' s see. I'm a full-scholarship student at Ripley College in Boston, Massachusetts. Ripley College was founded in the year 1950 by philanthropist and popular author Patricia Ripley and her husband, billionaire Thomas Highland Sm...
Hi, I'm Joe. Yes, I am the same Joe that many of you despise. You despise me because I screwed your wife, and if I didn't screw your wife you despise me because I have screwed so many other married women. I might have even destroyed some marriages, but I do not know that for a fact. Maybe you despise me only because you read a previous story about me. Befor...
Part of the inspiration for this story comes from an old Kenny Rogers song about how sometimes you have to fight to be a man. There will not be a lot of descriptive sex, but sex of course is a big part of most of these stories. I enjoy the stories of personal triumph, so that is what I'm striving for. ***** My name is Randy Burns. I am 32 years old. I gue...
This story is one that I started many years ago. And while it is pure fiction, as are all the characters mentioned; I really hope you like it. I decided to write this one in the third person due to so many requests. A very big thank you goes to Peter Murrell for his sharp editing skills so; thanks, Mate! Oh, and please don't forget to vote. MoogPlayer ~~~~...
One of my all time favorite movies is The Wizard of Oz. And my favorite character is, without a doubt, the Scarecrow. Not only can he contort himself into all sorts of crazy sex positions, but he also doesn't have a brain. Now, as we women know, most men think with their cocks and not their brains, anyway. But someone who would "wile away the hours, conferri...
My name is Kory. I'm a student at the Quincy Institute of Technology in Quincy, Massachusetts. It's a small, four-year private technical college with an eight-thousand-person student body. We have one campus and that's the one in Quincy, obviously. I am a local, having graduated from Quincy High School recently. Yeah, I'm a local girl. I'm finding my college...
I was sitting in my smoky office, daydreaming about the good-old days when detective work required hardboiled men in trench coats tailing suspects down dark, rain drenched alleys, when a knock on my door brought me back to reality. My Saint Bernard, Dick Tracy, raised his head from between his paws and gave a half-hearted "woof". Shaking my head in disappo...