An unbound bisexual man has more fun in life. That was and is my motto. I am thirty-three years old, without a relationship, so I am not accountable to anyone. I am 6 feet tall and keep fit through athletic training to keep my chances of sexual encounters high. By the way: my name is Gabriel. Yes, I love and need sex. I am attracted to both sexes. I like to...
By Likegoodwinecopyrighted February 2012 Here's the last installment of my story. There is almost no sex to speak of in this one. Enjoy! Thanks to Scalia for his patient editing. Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. Chapter 6 As summer was in full swing and the golf season was all out, I had more occasions to s...
The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Unless, of course, the Brain Suckers from Zork erased my memory... * It was the tapping on the window that woke me up. At first, I thought it was just the wind, driving pellets of sleet against the glass. It was March in Boulder, and the weather report...
Author's notes: Hi everyone and thank you for taking the time to look into the story I'm writing. In the beginning, I want to set a few expectations: 1.) English is not my native language, so please keep that in mind. I'll try my best to proof-read and spell-check my writing, but I'm always open to suggestions on how to improve things. Also, I might lack the...
Walking into my Accounting 1 class, I noticed the “quote of the day” on the front board: “How would you describe a perfect day?” In order to get extra credit for the class, we had to write down the daily quote and write our reaction or answer the question. As I sat down and got out my notebook, I thought of what I would say before I started to write. The fir...
My wife and kids were out of town and I figured I'd run up to my favorite Coney Island and grab some carryout. I'm in my mid 40's, got a dad body, but I'm masculine and not too offensive to look at. I get to the restaurant and sat at the counter and a gorgeous young lady came over to wait on me. I gave her my to-go order and sipped on a complimentary water...
DEATH BY EMAIL By: Hungry Guy and Romangirl This story was co-written by two authors working together. Hungry Guy wrote the part of Snuffher. Romangirl responded to his words and actions as Gabriella. After reading one of Hungry Guy's stories, Romangirl actually began writing to him, asking if he would create a story involving her as the "damsel in distres...
The electric yellow jacket hung in an insignificant corner of the department store, hidden on a rack of clearance items between a family of forgotten and unwanted blouses and skirts that were probably unfit for the tackiest of dressers. Fingering through them, I half expected a family of moths to flutter out. I wasn't sure what drew me to the jacket, and I...
"Please... please... please! Let me go, please. I... I won't tell anyone!" Angela pleaded to her assailant as the man rubbed his erect penis up and down her wet dripping lips. "Ohhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhh... Please stop this!" "You are a very beautiful woman Angela," the man said. The rapist pushed his penis forward into the thirty-year-old blonde's tight slit....
Sarah Ch. 2: The Farrow Years Disclaimer: JAG and its characters are the property of Donald Bellisario, Paramount and CBS. All other characters are mine and fictional. Fall 1987 Futenma Marine Air Station Okinawa, Japan She was a lean, mean fighting machine. Private First Class Sarah "Mac" MacKenzie slowly disembarked the transport at Futenma Marine Ai...