Some days you know things are going to be just a little different. Most of the time you end wishing you'd been smart enough to see it all coming and managed to stay in bed. And isn't it funny, almost odd, how some days seem to get better as the wind pipes up. +++++ So, let me begin at the end. Well, anyway, at an ending. So. Once upon a time there was a...
There is something about eastern mysticism that has always fascinated me. I'm a pushover; I guess, for anything ornate, anything baroque, anything that celebrates life in all its gaudy detail. So when Xavier called me from Los Angeles to invite me to the Hare Krishna festival of the chariots, I reacted as I might have to an obscene phone call from Roger Vadi...
Laura's day of shopping had been as enjoyable as usual, but without Denis's company there'd been something indefinable missing. True, he whined as much as any man about following her from store to store, about waiting while she pawed through racks of garments and dived in and out of fitting rooms, and about sitting around while she tried on pair after pair o...
Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual so please feel free to leave me a comment in the comment box at the end of the story! You see those big empty stars down there as well? Did you want to maybe fill them up? We don't want them e...
William woke up with morning wood. He tried to ignore it, but his boner was burning, begging to be touched. It was nice to be young, in the prime of life, with an infinite amount of orgasms waiting to be unleashed, so he succumbed to his primal needs. He made a game out of it and stroked it slowly. As a narcissist, the bodybuilder admired the one part of h...
Streams of rainwater flowed relentlessly across the cracked grey pavement towards the gutters, reflecting the pale glare of the streetlights. This had once been a busy street in a buzzing and vibrant northern English town, whose textile mills produced high fashion garments for export world-wide. But Carbington was now a broken relic of a bygone era, its hea...
Is life our choice, chance or merely just a coincidence? I dedicate this story to all those who love, want to be loved and cherish the idea that love never ends and is always a beginning as in the creation of life. ***** It was a beautiful summer night in Santa Monica, California. The air was clear, a vibrant turquoise blue and it was approaching dusk wit...
WRITER'S NOTE: I never am sure where these stories are going to go. I just start writing and try to keep a logical flow going. My female characters are all very sexual and enjoy being sexual. They are not always bi but never "butch"; just not my subject of choice. So, I can assure you that both Lauren and Sherri will experience their fair share of male compa...
Bahamas, Day 10 - Monday I woke up the next morning with Jessica still snuggled into me, sound asleep in the patio chair. We both slept under the stars that night, same as we did the night before. I tried to move without waking Jessica up, but was unsuccessful, as she opened her eyes as soon as I moved my shoulder from behind her head. "Good morning, love,...
Bahamas, Day 11 - Tuesday I awoke the next morning with Keira curled up under my arm, her head resting on my chest. Jessica was nowhere in sight. I slid out from under Keira and went to the bathroom to hop in the shower. Once the water warmed up to the perfect temperature, I stepped underneath the flow of water and washed my body. Once I felt I was all clea...