Anne Marie, Becky and I plan the menu for the dinner where I will be a naked waiter for the five women. There will be five courses, soup, fish, meat, cheese, salad and then dessert. We are working through the logistics, when I speak up. "I just don't see how I can do it. There's just too much food to serve and clear, and then prep the next course. We have t...
Authors note: For all of the reality Junkies out there Corbraxicodone doesn't exist. It like everything esle in this story is fiction. Except for the 302 Boss Laguna Seca (which is real) I made it all up. Please don't take it too seriously. It's only a story # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # It was hard to stop my eyes from tearing up as I took my last wal...
Carla awoke from a deep sleep. Reaching out, she was disappointed to find that she was alone in bed. Rolling over, she glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it read 10:47 a.m. Realizing that George had probably gone off to work, she stretched out, frustrated, as she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to force herself out of bed. Finally up, she...
I had been cross-dressing for some years, but I had never been with another man. I had been talking on a gay chat site for some months when I found someone who I got on with well. We exchanged photos I was happy with his and he was happy with mine. Deciding to get together, we arranged a date and time to meet and be for the first time with another man. I ha...
The snowflake was thick like a piece of white cotton gauze ripped off. The ends were frayed like a dozen ripped strings. With its million friend on this dark cloudy day, it sailed diagonally towards the ground until a gust picked it up and carried it across the hot pool. The hot pool was bubbling. Foggy fingers were reaching out of it. The foggy fingers were...
With apologies to U2. This story is a sequel of sorts to No Going Home. I would encourage you to read it first. Constructive criticism and feedback are welcome. The phone rang at 7 am. "Who could be calling at 7 am?" thought Stephanie. She ignored the handset as it rang three more times before cutting out to voicemail. After another night of tossing and tur...
I felt some of the tension easing as I sat quietly, sipping an outstanding single malt scotch on the rocks, looking over the azure waters of the Caribbean. There was a slight onshore breeze and the sun had just dipped below the horizon slipping the day into an easy, peaceful evening. Another day gone. Over 300 days gone since I arrived in "paradise." Despit...
Content note -- unrealistic proportions, excessive (really) cum. -- "Bye Jason! Take care of yourself!" Mum calls to me as she tugs her suitcase down to the car. "You too! Have a great time!" I'm standing in the doorway, head ducked to see out and watch my parents leave. It's Friday afternoon and they're heading out for the weekend, going to some spa reso...
Hi again. Hope you're still with me. ***** AN INTRICATE WEAVING CONTINUED. Chapitre Sept. JACK MASON reflects. I sat nervously upright not sure what to expect. Certainly the flame red siren that strode into the bar clicking confidently on a pair of four inch red pumps and wearing a diaphanous scandalously short flouncy pale cream dress was beyond all...
Author's note: After some time off writing, I decided to come back with another piece of this story. I felt like there was at least enough life for another chapter or two. Please, give it a vote, as votes and comments are the only payment we receive. ***** "Another hour of growth, or pain really" Aranya laughed as she pulled up to the little gym. I shrug...