It was a miserable morning in December 2005, my marriage was in tatters and I was stony broke, hungry and with only a few miserable personal possessions to my name. Those, I had left in a small suit case, which I had left at the local Salvation Army where I had spent the previous night. Someone had told my wife that I was having an affair with my bosses dau...
My alarm went off the next day, my mouth and asshole ached, it was going to be a long day I thought. I had put plenty of grease up my asshole just to ease the soreness but it still felt pretty stretched. I started to remember last night, I couldn't believe I'd taken Baba G's fat black penis in my mouth, or that I'd spoken to the police officer like that! I w...
====================== The Camp Savior, and hotel Alex This story could fall under so many categories. Group sex, Mature, First Time, Romance. I'm going with Group sex, although it's more a series of one-on-ones then a full blown orgy. I hope you enjoy the second installment of The Last Boy Scout. I've been holding on to this series for a while, and am r...
San Antonio, 7:30 AM, Thursday Kit woke to a gentle tapping on his door and a feminine voice saying, "Senor Keet, Senor Keet, Senora Sofia says you get dressed for breakfast now. Senor Keet, can you hear me?" The tapping continued and the voice repeated itself. "Yes, I hear you. I'm awake. I'll be in when I get dressed. Thank you. Go away." Kit rolled ov...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ***** A painter with a remarkably steady hand was writing the name Peter Jokland with a long, thin pinstriping brush. The white letters seemed to flow off the tiny brush onto the green paint below like they were meant to be there. "Can you put Jock in the middle, with little quotation...
This is the preachy part; I thought I'd get it out of the way. When you take responsibility for everyone's lives except your own, you take everything for granted. When you take everything for granted, you soon find yourself with more than your fair share of regret. With regret comes guilt, with guilt comes hopelessness and so on and so on until you find you...
Chapter 1 (how we met) Ella was a gorgeous, petite girl of mixed race with long, black straight hair that always looked amazing and sexy as can be, as she did in all ways. Her Mother was black and her father, now gone, was a white man. Her hair roots showed a bit of the black in her, but as a mulatto she had amazing skin color, gorgeous black, penetrating e...
A note to my readers: This is actually Part 2 of "How far will you go?" I apologize in advance for the change of name and the change of category. I tried, at the first of this part, to fill in people who haven't read the first one, but of course, nothing will replace you doing so. I do encourage you to read that one before reading this one. Gina * * * I...
NOTE: This starts a bit weird. I actually incorporated an older prose poem of mine to use as "Joe's Dream" in the Prologue which may be a bit hard to understand. Don't worry. Things get much easier to read afterwards. The story occurs in the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St Paul in the mid to late nineties. There may be similarities to real people, but thi...
Author's Notes: Recently I've been reading a lot of stories in this section and a few others, which deals with a guy getting lucky with a younger woman. May it be the sitter, the fox down the street, the best-friend's daughter, even their own children's girlfriend. Of course this is always while the wife is cluelessly off doing something else. A few close ca...