(Just a note. All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.) --Central City Mark Leoni sat in his office and sighed. Alone in the dark back room of the Fox's Den Gentleman's Club he could worry. Ten years of being better than the other guy had kept Mark at the top of Central City's adult entertainment industry. No club in town could compare to hi...
Captain Tony shifted again in the incredibly uncomfortable metal chair in his girlfriend's hospital room. He had been there all day and now that she was finally awake they were just waiting for the final paperwork to be delivered so he could take her home. It had been an exhausting ordeal and he reveled in finally being able to go to bed and finally get some...
Copyright© December 2010 by Mendon Fishers * There I was minding my own business, taking a leak, when some guy yells at me and tells me to knock it off. So, I figured I'd better explain to him why I'm pissing on a grave. It all started with my best sales rep. for the last few years. Larry Wilson was a 35 year old salesman and had a territory that was abo...
I probably don't have all the details exactly correct, but this conveys the essence of a relationship I had in my freshman year of college. I have changed her name because if any of her family should stumble across this, they would have been very likely to recognize her. * Like the overwhelming majority of guys, I was a virgin when I got to college many ye...
I started chatting to a lass, called 'Dawn' on a website, she astounded me by her frankness, and explained her situation being both married to a cuck hubby (andy) and a sub to a master named Ray. She also has a smackable arse and a joy in light BDSM. So I asked her of how she had come to be a sub to someone not her hubby and this is the true account of what...
It was my senior year, in a few short months I would finally have my BS in CS, and I'd be gone from this little 2-bit college forever. The past four years I'd been a good boy, the nights I stayed up late I spent doing homework, writing essays, coding until I passed out on my keyboard. I'd never been the type to go out and party, get drunk, get laid. It looke...
It was a typical Saturday night ... meaning I was drunk. But I'm not to blame. No. The fault lies in my morals and in the availability of a bottle and a half of scotch. See, if the scotch hadn't been there, I would be sober as a cat right now ... but then someone else would have drunk it. It was some very good scotch after all. And knowing that, I felt...
5 Brad was on his bed, one tan hand resting underneath his neck with his cell attached to his ear. He thought-damn she's got a hot ring back! As "Touch My Body" played ever-so lightly in his ear, he couldn't help but start to grab at his cock. Sliding his hand down under his sheets, he felt his half hard prick twitch. Using his fingers, he twisted his han...
*Hey, sweeties. I'm so excited to be writing this series, it's not even funny. Ha ha. I hope you all enjoy and thank you so much to the people reading. Feedback is always welcomed because I like to grow as a writer. Enjoy! ~Nicole. * It's been almost four weeks since Alex moved in and everything has been so damn awkward. If it wasn't me walking in on him...
We left the relative shade of the peristyle garden with its white marble fountain depicting Venus, a ewer hoisted on her shoulder. The trickling figure stood in the centre of a shallow square pool, surrounded by smooth flag stones and then by a grassed border skirting up to a colonnaded cloister that hemmed the garden in, providing a screen to the outside wo...