Forgive me. There is no editor for this story. One did volunteer but never returned my email to her. Life is that way. This is a true happening. I was there for all of it. ******* The desperate people Today I attended a job fair for teachers. It was my old employer and it had been 18 months since I quit. The fair was at my old school where a short tim...
Grand opening. The Museum of Modern Art has once again proven its sure instinct for what will bring the hordes of the City's fine people. The Human in Erotic Art – A Sensual Travel Through Centuries. Or, one might figure, the shrewd museum management has realized that also the posh crowd yearns for good ol' porn. Regardless of which, even this exclusive, inv...
Finally it was time to address the United Nations and Rick stepped nervously up to the podium looking out at all of the faces from all of the worlds nations. He pulled out a piece of paper that had his speech on it, which he had been writing since the Teyven asked him to be their ambassador to Earth. "Hello, I'm Rick Thomas, I'm from a small town in upstate...
My cousin asked me to set up the private campsite for some of his friends who were coming up for the weekend. I was mildly annoyed as I had many other things to do. I changed my tune when he told me it was a group of women campers. I spent several hours hauling the wood and setting up the tiki torches so they could find their way down the crushed gravel, one...
“Gene Pratt sure is a lucky guy, isn’t he?” Rodney said. His friend Mike replied, “Born with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth.” The two were brokers at the New York firm of Cromwell, Bartleby, Stevens and Yates. On this late summer day in 1958 they were having lunch in the Financial District. The man they were talking about, Eugene W. Pratt, was on...
Katherine stumbled out onto the uneven back stoop, audibly groaning under the weight of the heavy-duty trash bag. It was full of crumbled plaster and strips of wooden lathe and swung ponderously, threatening to pull her over with each uncertain step. As her foot slipped on the sloping stone slab she overcompensated and was forced to let the bag drop with a h...
PART II Once more the rakshasa set out to seek the manjhi's counsel. For ages the demon had served as the boatman ferrying humans into hell. He kept to himself and mostly steered clear of the politics of hell. In the past he had proven himself trustworthy to the rakshasa. If there was anyone likely to have the answers to his questions, it would have to be t...
Serenity wrapped her lips around my erect phallus, making my whole body jerk in an instantaneous euphoria. No matter how many times she sucked my manhood, I could never get used to the incomprehensible feeling of it entering her soft mouth. I had never experienced oral sex meeting her, but I knew that no human attempt could create the bliss I was feeling. H...
Thank you to Sue and Jen, who both crave submission and humiliation, and to Geoff, who helped me create and edit this story. This story contains scenes including pain and watersports. The prequel to this story is published in the BDSM category as "Office Slut." You don't have to read that story in order to follow this one, but it does provide entertainin...
(Again, I originally published this story under the name of NewForester, but I now write under the name of Rockycoveboy. I hope you enjoy the story second time around.) ***** Rabat, the capital of Morocco, situated on the north-western coast of Africa. Its teeming streets, its hot climate, miles and miles of sand, and Atlantic waters, making it a wonderful...