While Marie had knelt, feeling Blaine's cock through the terry cloth towel covering it, mouthing it in ways she hoped would excite him, causing him to demand she blow him, causing him to grab the knob of hair atop her head, worn as he'd demanded, and directed her mouth up and down his cock, causing him to shoot his seed directly into her mouth rather than al...
I'm not proud of some of the things I have allowed myself to become involved in, but I have a no regrets. I lived the way I wanted to and I don't feel that I have caused anybody any great amount of pain or anguish. During my more than twenty years as a high school teacher, I never had a sexual encounter with one of my students. Although, it was but a few da...
Joey Wildman wasn't exactly sure at what point today things had turned just so wrong. When he had gotten up this morning everything had seemed so right. It was a sunny Thursday morning with the promise of almost Friday heavy in the air, along with the scent of warm almost-summer grass coming though his window. "Joey it's your birthdayyy happy birthday Joeyy...
No not another slang word for Breasts. This is a short story telling how Charlotte, Mary, a girl named Sue, and Margo helped shape Dollie's life. All were skinny nineteen year olds, as were many of Dollie's other old school mates. I was 21 as were most of the guys I hung out with. I've mentioned Charlotte and Mary in earlier stories. This will be a short d...
XXIX Life was certainly changing at Emma and Charlotte’s flat. Emma and Maisie had at last found a house in a quite well-to-do part of the city, and had moved out to live together there. Emma seemed quite reluctant to move to somewhere so expensive, saying that it tied her more than she wanted to the kind of income she was now bringing in; but Maisie was in...
At last, the family gathers. It's Sunday night in the City of Ajax, Ontario. I sit at the table, glaring at my relatives. Everybody's here. Uncle Arthur Menard sits next to his wife, Deirdre. He's a tall, bespectacled Black man in his early fifties. A scion of Ontario politics. Representing the town of Ajax in the Toronto City Councillors Office. In his spar...
My wife and I are both Marines. I am twenty-six, and she is twenty seven. I was wounded six months ago by an IED and am healing at home on detached duty. I am now finishing therapy and learning to use my leg again. She is still on active duty and just re-enlisted for another four years. She serves with a transportation unit in Afghanistan, and it is her seco...
"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful" Remember that line? It was from a commercial from the 80's - a shampoo commercial, I think. Well, I live the opposite gender version of this -"Don't hate me because I'm handsome." My name is Jim. The product of a handsome Italian father and a beautiful Greek mother, I was a cute baby, a cute little kid, a cute boy,...
PREAMBLE I wrote this in the role of a man, to perhaps appeal to women for a change. But I fantasise as being Helen. Sharon A few years ago I was sitting in the departure lounge at Heathrow waiting for my late night flight to New York. As I glanced up from my newspaper, I noticed a very beautiful woman a few seats away. She was older than me, in her lat...
Warrn Whit moved through the trees in a crouch, trying his best not to be noticed while still moving with some speed. The speed that he was moving with made the care of each footfall more important. Warrn looked up to the sky through the canopy and saw the purples and indigos that told of the coming night. Soon a horn would echo through the woods, the sign t...