This is something I wrote under a different screen name on a social media site with a journal facility. I toned the sex down in the original, but we're all adults here right? I've put it in the non-erotic category, because although sex is a part of the tale, [a] it's at homeopathic levels and [b] the story is about how lustful thoughts can keep one's mind aw...
We were driving home for the weekend. As I drove, my hand could easily stroke your thigh. As the interstate was dark, you obliged by opening your legs more. By now, my fingers were running along your panty line. Slowly, my fingertips slid across the thin cloth of your yoga pants, stroking your lips through the material. For several miles, my gentle pressure...
The bathtub is full and awaits me. I pour in my bathing lotion and light up some cinnamon incense around it. I undo my towel and dip first one leg, followed by another until I am lying in the tub of soapy water. I see you leaning there by the doorway, holding a petal of rose in your hand and smiling at me. Won't you come over and give me a bath? You come...
I haven't seen you in a few months… I guess that's to be expected when we live so far apart right now. I had always sort of scoffed when people would say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I wish now that I didn't understand it so well. I'm convinced that the train is running as slowly as it can, and it feels like days have passed since I boarded. I...
Ron was on vacation in his motor home and had been visiting a few friends in Santa Fe, New Mexico. He was now headed back to Casper, Wyoming and home. This wasn't a large motor home (a recreational vehicle or RV to some people); it was an almost ten year old class C Itasca twenty three footer (class C being the kind that are build on a truck frame with the t...
Morning has come. I wake, and immediately reach over to text you, "Good morning." I can't help it. I don't even know if you like me doing that. But you are the first thing I think about every morning and the last thing I think about every night. Even though it may not be the same for you... you are all I want. Every second of every day, all I want is yo...
My name is Joe—exhibitionist. I want to tell you all about an experience I had during the highpoint of my naked-in-public career, shortly before my arrest, that was exciting and strange. By strange, I mean that it confused me somewhat, because while I am not gay, it did involve another man. I think that in retrospect, it was the situation that had me so...
The rattling of the train is a distraction, but only a minor one. The night is hot, humid and still, the air flowing into the train as it travels between stations a welcome relief, but all too often replaced by the oppressive heat when the train pulls into each station. Distracted by my thoughts, I am slightly shocked when I suddenly realise the next stati...
I have you. All to myself. You're hanging from a bar by your cuffed hands. I've got you blindfolded and gagged. You're wearing sexy black lace lingerie that forms to your gorgeous curves so nicely. I walk into the room. You look around frantically unable to see you try to speak but it's only mumbles. I put my hand on your chin. "Shh.. Relax baby. I've got...
This is another chapter in "My Cuckold Story", it will make the most sense if you read the other two chapters first. This is about cuckolding, if that isn't your thing, don't read any further. I hope you enjoy! The next week went by like everything went back to normal. My wife and I went back to having normal vanilla sex, and we didn't talk to Steve at all...