Chapter 09: The Penis Flytrap I had a land-line phone installed for joeie. I had it placed in the corner, on a very short cord, situated near the floor, close to his little mattress. The phone cord allows him to travel no further than the edge of his mattress. I have him trained to answer on the first ring, and God help him if he fails. The phone is a direc...
Being a secretary, is perhaps the most stressful and busiest job I've come across in my twenty one years of experience. It's not a hard job, but being surrounded by constantly breaking machines, difficult people will certainly take a toll on my mental strength. I'll be honest, the reason I got the job was not because of any prior experience, (18 years old,...
For Don, who has always been my #1 fan. Thanks for the idea, the historical background, and the willingness to let your mostly fictionalized past be posted here online. Thanks, hunny! :oD ------------------------------------------------- I met him in a bar off 6th St. Things were different then. It was the middle of the Korean War, 1951, and in our little...
Recap: Chapter 2 Just mere seconds later I felt his hard cock spewing his juices between us and providing incredible lubrication that made it feel even better. I grabbed at his bum and held him tight and slid myself up and down rapidly over his wet cock as I quickly build up to another orgasm. "Ooooooooooh I'm cummin again, oooooooh Ron keep going, keep go...
Based on my own experiences working for an older guy. We never actually had sex, but you better believe I thought about it! ***** I was at work and it was a lovely day. The sun shone brightly over our little patch of heaven and I was feeling good. As usual I didn’t so much care about the work I was doing, although it was progressing nicely. I mean I had...
Oh, man. I can't believe this shit. This bitch didn't wash her pussy today and I'm forced to proceed with the licking because she told me that if I can't lick her, then I can't stick her. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Stephen. Big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the region of Ontario, Canada. University dropout turned...
I've always been unlucky in all things related to love. Now, I hear a lot of talk about the Dearth of good Black men in the Black Community. Sometimes, I want to shout at Black women that there are good Black men out there. Like me. By the way, my name is Adonis Saint-Guillaume. I'm twenty three years old and I'm a six-foot-one, lean young Brother with light...
Before I start, let me admit, that I am a closet wrestling fan. Lie most of the guys who are “rasslin” fans, I watch because on one hand, I like to see two guys beat the Hell out of each other. (for real, or otherwise) On the other hand, I also like to watch and cream over the hot scantily clad women on the show. Which leads me to write this story. Here is a...
My darling Anthony, The phone rings and it is you. That is how it always starts. I have promised myself in the days since you last came here that I must not let it happen again. I have sworn to myself that when your call comes I will not respond. I hate myself for what we have done. I hate our betrayal and the lies we have told. I hate my hunger and my gree...
A successful journalist is sitting inside his room, staring at a fireplace. A cacophony of sounds keeps reminding him of the storm outside. "Soothing," the man mutters to himself while stretching his arms. "I really hope this rain is going to provide me with a stream of creative ideas." "You'll have more than you bargained for," a voice can be heard. "Who...