I've always been a little unconventional, at least where men are concerned. I had a bit of a different upbringing to most of the kids in my year at school. It was more like southern California than south London. California in the sixties and seventies, instead of the mean streets of the eighties in England, when it seemed everybody had an idea for a fast buc...
Chapter 4: Driving her mad with pleasure The script for the pink panty prize was simple. The silk G-string panties were miniscule coverings for her shaved pussy with a small pocket in the gusset that contained a micro vibrator the string itself would vibrated between the wearers cheeks. The vibrator was controlled by remote control tuned to a cell phone fun...
As Larry and Jill left for the shore to shop, Dan began working on a turnbuckle and closing the end of a line from fraying more than it had been. He oiled the wench and then jumped into the water to cool off. The sun was high in the sky when Kim called him and asked him to come below to help her. He slid down the railing and landed on the floor. As he walke...
Back in the 70's, in that decade of post-Pill and pre-HIV, I was a first year grad student at Berkeley when I met a new assistant prof in the history department. Jed was a few years older than I was, and he was a real product of the 60's: a bushy bearded and somewhat stocky teddybear kind of a guy who loved his dope and loved the sexual freedoms that emerged...
Even though it was well past midnight and he hadn't called in two months, Dale knew there was no need to identify himself when her sleep-drugged voice finally answered the telephone. The first words out of his mouth were unapologetic. "I'm on my way, make yourself ready." He heard the sharp intake of her breath and smiled to himself, pleased with the sound...
An ad appeared in the Photography section of craigslist: Looking for someone to model for me. Mainly head shots to experiment with portrait lighting. In exchange I will give use of my modest studio and I will model for you if you want. No nudity. Just looking for a creative friend to share this fascinating hobby with. Male preferred. Hank was scanning...
It's 7:30 on Friday night, in one of the last of the Golden Days of the 1990's, and I'm sitting at an upscale lounge. The lounge is in a shopping center that I hate going to. Just ten years ago, the whole area was a field that my friends and me used to play in, and there wasn't much in the area. Today, it is an over-glamorized bastion of overpriced plastic m...
"The fundamental problem with all men is that they are fucking idiots." Staff Sergeant Cooley said bluntly before taking a sip of her coffee. "What compounds the problem is that some of them are so fucking indispensable - I mean we simply could not do the things we do here without them. You must have seen this in your unit before; if you want something carri...
It's all written. I will post the rest of it, about five thousand words at a time, on Fridays. It won't take long to post it all. It isn't edited. I just don't have the time or patients right now. I wanted to go ahead and get it out there so those who were interested could 'finish' the story. I won't every actually finish it here, but the portion that was st...
Several weeks passed after one of the most memorable long weekends of Pete Taylor's young life. Over that fateful weekend Pete and his girlfriend Katrina had mutually masturbated in her mother's car on Saturday, explored oral sex on Sunday, and experimented with a 69 position on Monday. That same Monday they had even tried nudism on the small stretch of priv...