"Who's he?" Millard pointed to the slight figured guy passing hors d'oeuvres through the crowded party room. "Chester," John responded, screwing up his face. "He's kind of queer." "I'll say. Isn't it a little late to be rushing?" "Oh, he isn't rushing," John paused to take a swig from his beer. "No...Chester was accepted last fall. He just dresses that...
All names and characters in this story are fictional and have no connection with any actual person living or dead. ***** Call me Antonio, at least that's what my parents named me. Born and raised in Monterrey, northern Mexico. Dad was a contractor who supplied labor for the nearby cotton fields. He was a tough guy who loved his soccer, beer and tequila, w...
After a daring summer of community theater, I got back to campus for my last year of college. As a drama major, I was required to try out for the first semester production. Who should I run into but Rachel, now a freshman and also in the Drama Department. "Hi Rachel," I said, surprising her in the theater workspace. She snapped her head around and saw...
"Mike! Quick, help!" Tim was talking before he even had the door open properly. Looking up from the Christmas tree he was happily (and somewhat childishly) decorating on the screen of the laptop, Mike saw his brother half carrying someone through the door. "What the hell?" Tim had gone out to the car for a jacket which, for reasons known only to Tim, he ha...
Liz collapsed on the floor, exhausted from her intense orgasm. John caught his wife as she fell over, easing her down. Cindy laid her toys aside, and then curled up on top of her husband. She took Duke's shrinking penis in her mouth, cleaning off the mingled fluids that had seeped from Liz. The RV grew quiet, the only sounds being the labored panting slowin...
I'm know what's on the other side of the door which makes it both difficult to open and impossible not to. She sent me the text, a warning and an invitation, leaving my gut in knots of anticipation and pain. I know why it has to be this way, why nothing is just one thing, but opposite and incompatible things all at once. I can hear her. I need to see her bu...
I love my body and, as the years pass and pass, I find my self always impressed with it's growth. I am bit thin but definitely bulked up. I have some nice facial hair growing and my other hair is looking pretty good. I was admiring myself through a mirror in a bathroom at the Barstow County Train Station when I went into an old stall and reminisced on past...
"Park it in a safe, remote area, please. A girl wants to feel safe." The voice was soft and deep, with an alluring foreign accent. The figure was small, shapely, with long, black hair, a China-doll face, and a slinky crystal-beaded-covered spaghetti-strapped top, buttoning down from the cleavage split, above a matching, tight, miniskirt—a figure that sparkle...
"That sounds fun," said Jo, "you might meet Mr. Right!" "I very much doubt it," I replied to my best friend. "it's just a business conference." "Well, alright, you might meet Mr. Alright for the Night." She retorted. "You are awful, Jo, I'm not that kind of girl." I replied, though I sometimes wish I were I thought. We were having lunch in our local coff...
Simon led the succubus from the basement up into the house, the musky smell of her filling his nostrils the entire time. It had only been half an hour since he had summoned her from whatever black pit she called home, and the cold floor of the room beneath the house was no place to properly enjoy the demon's special talents. As they passed through the kitch...