Eddie Sloan and I have been friends as long as either of us can remember. We've always been very competitive, including a long-running argument about who has the bigger cock, more sexual stamina, and the greater self-control in the sack. In college, we'd brag about how hard, thick, long, and enduring our respective erections had been on dates. At various ti...
I raced toward my house so that I could get my thoughts out about the day in my journal. While I was online, I decided to leave a message for him through the online messenger. > I must say that today was an absolute blast, and I have not been kissed like that in a LONG time. You made it very hard for me to decide to leave! Anyway...call me when you get hom...
"You were a great fuck then, and you're a great fuck now," she said to him. They were laying in a king sized bed in a suite at the Four Seasons Hotel in Palm Beach late on a Tuesday afternoon in November. Sweat was still on her brow, her chest, her tummy (although that was mostly his), the two of them having just finished three hours of solid, aerobic, non-...
Mike had been in the darkroom most of the day. He found he was much more productive when Judy was at work. They would chat when time allowed throughout the day, short phone calls just to say 'hi', 'I miss you' – or when he knew someone was in her office, waiting to talk to her, he'd tell her his plans for her that evening – lewd, dirty thoughts that had her...
Cheryl had spent most of the day pampering herself. It began wonderfully. She enjoyed the sensation as her sleepy body slid luxuriously over soft, coral-pink, satin sheets. Her smooth skin tingled as the clinging fabric caressed and teased. Even this early in the day she felt the boiling cauldron of her desires as they spread throughout her body and mind. W...
Steven awoke to the sound of crashing waves complemented with a brisk breeze flowing through the glass louvers. It was vacation time for him and his wife and they were spending the week in Hawaii. He felt a twinge below–his cock yearned for attention. His hand found its way under his boxers and gave it a quick tug; it felt great and wanted more. He looked ov...
The mall is deserted, for it is closing time, yet I watch the glass case spin as its contents sparkle. I still have some "shopping" to do. The sales lady catches me staring and smiles a beckoning smile, exposing teeth so white they make me sick. She reminds me of the Barbie dolls my mom used to force me to play with as a kid. Fried, bleached hair; tangerine-...
Estuary: (n) - that part of the mouth or lower course of a river in which the river's current meets the sea's tide. The radio was off, but nobody spoke. The silence was broken only by inconsistent snoring, the drone of the tires, and her own labored breathing. Carlton, her husband and the source of the snoring, was slumped in the front seat, intoxicated bey...
(Author's note: The main characters are introduced in my previous series "With Three You Get ..." and I would recommend you begin reading at least part 1 of that to get acquainted. Thanks for your votes and I appreciate your feedback. – Rathgon) Dinah lay on her back on the desk, her fingers gripping the edge with her eyes closed, legs spread, a slight smi...
Writers block! Definitely one of the worst feelings in the world for an aspiring novelist. I have felt this way before but never to this degree. In fact my trip up to my country cottage was for the purpose of eliminating distractions and making significant headway on my first novel. Unfortunately, even without distractions my mind is not producing anything g...