We slept late the next morning. The rest of the day we all walked around, nude of course, in a fog of afterglow. It was like being wrapped in cotton. Even sounds were muffled as we cuddled and embraced and just lay around all day exhausted. A couple of times I made to nuzzle their breasts, or they would fondle my cock, but we mostly were totally wiped out....
Ned was just starting to doze in front of the television when he heard the commotion from his garage. He'd had a long day of running around a factory floor and trying to explain the effects of gruesome eye injury to various workers who thought that protective eyewear was merely a suggestion. At the end of the day, he was frazzled. He stopped by the gym to wo...
A rap on the glass of my outer office door woke me from a great dream. The Radio City Rockettes had finally answered my letters asking for a date. They had all showed up at once. Imagine my disappointment when our nightcap was disturbed by some clown banging on my door at 10:30 in the morning. I rolled off my couch and staggered through the doorway of my p...
I psyched myself out for this seven-hour plane ride to Madrid. My five-page article last year in Allons! magazine, on sex tourism in Paris, had caught the eye of a prominent travel books publisher – a bruiser with Olivier Martínez eyes and a Javier Bardem smile. I learned via our virtual tryst that the head of Azul Books shared my love for the films of Buñue...
What the fuck am I? That's been the question on my mind for quite some time now. The name is Clarence Wendell, and I'm a young man of African-American and Puerto Rican descent living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. My parents, James Wendell and Anna Maria Suarez met while attending university in Boston, where they got married and had me. Dad has...
"H-How do you want me to do this, exactly?" Jared angled himself strangely at the end of their hotel bed. "Well, how am I supposed to know? You're the one with the thingy that goes inside." Madeline adjusted herself awkwardly, trying to work her Reem Acra gown into position. She wanted a lavish ballroom gown, and that's what she got. Although on the expensi...
She never really meant to sleep with the apeman but his cock was so impressive and he had taken her as if, having saved her from the crocodile, it was his right to take her as his own. She had found it all rather thrilling, if truth be told, to be treated as chattel by a man so raw and unformed as he was; so animalistic in his desires, where want equated to...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Or is it? All characters herein are imaginary. Or are they? All events described here are fictitious. Oh, really? All locales described here are real and actual. If you had been to the unnamed places, you would recognize them. But this story is not to be taken seriously. Or is it? All sexual activity depicted here invol...
This story involves people with a particular fondness for body hair, so if that does not interest you, you might wish to skip this story by. .... Chapter One: Running late. Damn! I swiped my credit card through the machine again. Nothing. One more time produced the same result. "Sorry," a female voice said over the intercom, startling me so much I droppe...
Quick-Witted Excuse #1: For Males When Caught Cheating Recently, I posted my quick-witted excuse for females when caught cheating. Now, I post my quick-witted excuse for males when caught cheating. Excuse #1: To tell your wife, girlfriend or significant other when caught cheating. (The writer claims no responsibility legally, civilly or otherwise should y...