Thwack! The golf ball made a hideous curve to my right. "Shit." "Damn it, man, when are you going to take a lesson?" My golf and beer buddy laughed. "Playing with you is like watching my kid play. For Christ sake, keep your head down. Pretend it's a woman's pussy. Keep looking at it. Why look up? Oh. Right. You don't remember what a woman's pussy looks lik...
This is a lockdown story, but not necessarily the lockdown we are experiencing at the moment. It is merely the vehicle for the story. In it, a naïve and inexperienced eighteen-year-old boy and an older woman with an interesting past find themselves isolated together. They are a long way from civilisation and things inevitably happen. All those participatin...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - High school teacher Humphrey Grim doesn't enjoy living in the 1960s, but the bad news for Mr. Grim is that it is only 1960. The students at his high school especially the seniors torment him with pranks and his marriage to his wife isn't in great shape. But what will happen one day after school when five students gloating over the...
Author's Note: So, hot on the heels of Part One comes Part Two, and our intrepid heroine Allie and her Irish husband Patrick finally make it to the strange little world of Blackwell Island. Once there, they settle in to life as temporary islanders and get to grips with the native Pā'ele tribespeople's strange and rather erotic customs. For, as they are abo...
For the next few months, Doug and I continued our arrangement. He would call asking for assistance or asking if I wanted to watch whatever game that happened to be on and I would dutifully go next door and service him. On several occasions, he would have me get him hard again and suck him off a second time. On one instance, he had me do what an old girlfrien...
Sunday Morning at the 'Big Top' Challan Balaban woke up with heavy eyes and tried to focus, rubbing the itch and dryness away as he tried to remember where he was. His mouth felt like sandpaper, and he could still taste the combination of whiskey and pussy from going down on his wife a few hours earlier. He was still drunk, and his head ached from his grogg...
We had been friends since we were teenagers. She had long, blonde hair, a dark tan and an athletic build, and as I think about it now, I suppose that I could describe myself the same way. She had a boyfriend who she had been with "forever," which back then meant almost a year. He'd hang out with us sometimes, but most times it was just she and I. We would o...
Marcus yawned as he looked at the clock that hung on the office wall. It was nearing eight in the evening, well past the end of his usual working hours. But had a boatload of emails that had accumulated over the course of the last two weeks while he'd gone on a vacation to Thailand and the urgency of the emails mandated that they be cleared as soon as possib...
Ryan had no idea how many men or women were around, but going by the sounds there were plenty of them around. If he tried, he might have been able to figure it out, but the cool air brushing over his nude form, the cold feel of the edge of Her stilettos resting on his back, the slight press of the plastic rings of his chastity belt, the somewhat sore feeling...
*Please note: This is the first part to a multi-part story. There is not a tremendous amount of sex involved. If you are looking for a stroke story, you may want to look elsewhere. Thank you! ***** As I hobbled out of the doctor's office, I was in a daze. I wondered to myself how I would manage six months of bedrest that was the mandatory recuperation time...