I wake up, fearful I may be feeling the effects of my foray into Bahamian concoctions, and walk gingerly to the bathroom. Hmmm, no headache, no stomach ache, no aches whatsoever . . . except, what's this? There is an ache . . . down there . . . I've been dreaming . . . My Islander . . . oh my! That's not just an ache. That's a deep, inner longing. Oh wow. Wh...
I wake up, fearful I may be feeling the effects of my foray into Bahamian concoctions, and walk gingerly to the bathroom. Hmmm, no headache, no stomach ache, no aches whatsoever . . . except, what's this? There is an ache . . . down there . . . I've been dreaming . . . My Islander . . . oh my! That's not just an ache. That's a deep, inner longing. Oh wow. Wh...
I satisfied all of his needs. I'd rub his thick beard and massage his tense shoulders after a long day of chopping wood. I'd lay near the fire as he stroked my soft chest. At night, I'd lay my contented head on his thick fingers. He felt warm and strong. I always felt safe and loved when he was near me. The winter came suddenly that year, and he was home mor...
(The following story is a work of fiction. Everyone is over 18, completely consenting, and probably having a hell of a time.) I like to think I grew up on "the outskirts of town." Sounds so much more Americana than saying “the suburbs," doesn’t it? My father worked in the city, ran his own business and taught me how to do some basic bookkeeping for him by...
I've always had a thing for small breasts. I'm not entirely sure why but it might be a reaction against the huge battering rams attached to the front my mother's chest. Whatever it is, my eyes naturally look for a slender figure with barely a handful of breast rather than the strangely composed figures women seem to think men want, with fleshy cones full of...
Madam Contrary felt she had not been able to sow her wild oats in quite awhile. The winds had not blown for some time and the rain did not fall. Without a shower the flowers failed to bloom and the clover lost its charm. Nothing lives without nature's lifeblood that is the same from the most delicate orchid to the most robust and stalwart man. Contrary had t...
Jenna's POV "How are you?" The tall man says, huskily. His voice is... hypnotizing. It takes a minute for me to realize he's talking to me. "Hi," I mumble, "Uhhh, I'm, I'm good." Oh my god, can you sound any more stupid! I yell at myself in my head. I look down at my feet, embarrassed at the fool I'm becoming. This guy is going to think I'm an idiot. I lo...
It was a nice day, early spring, birds chirping, the cliché flowers blooming. I was standing at the window of my dingy office when she came in the door. She was cute, picnic basket over her arm, tear in her eye. She told me her name, Little Red Riding Hood. Red. It fit; her red hair was tucked under the hood of a red riding cloak, almost a cape even. These d...
Neither Sarah nor I spoke of "The Agreement" the next day. However, the following evening Sarah poured us both a glass of red wine and after a few sips said, "So.... Are we going to discuss this anytime soon?" I could tell by the playful enthusiasm in her voice she was definitely interested in talking and quite possibly following through. "Sure," I said in...
Kessler leaned in, sucking Specs's balls, trying to take the entire sack in his mouth as he kneeled in front of his Master. Specs was lying on the easy chair in Kessler's house, his legs spread out around Kessler's head. Idly, he played with his hard cock as he enjoyed the testicular massage of Kessler's tongue around his scrotum. Kessler was upset that...