When you tell someone that you are a Photographer the subject sooner or later turns to "fine art" nudes. I use the little "" because no one wants to come out and say "Hey do you do glamour photography?" It's is always, "So, you must have done some fine art nudes in your time." It is in all of us, that curiosity of the naked figure. And finding someone who ju...
This story has no sex. Sorry. It is just a man trying to use his past to understand and handle his present. If you want to leave comments, thanks. If you just want to bash the main character for being a wimp please remember that this is fiction. Thanks. * Did you ever have one of those moments when something that happened years before pops into your mind...
Often I've wondered why the only thought to stir my sissy cock, some 40 years into life, is the vision of a hard, throbbing, blue veined cock arched just before my eager lips. Was it the spiked heels I pranced around the house in younger years or perhaps the love for the pale yellow slip I stole from my sister and wore secretly under my jeans and shirt while...
I keep a small office on the South side. I invest in businesses and watch those I help closely, one Hardware wholesaler in particular. He had run out of traditional finance when he came to me. I helped, then, putting things in place I watched. Sure enough he was playing the same game with me as he had with the banks. Shutting him down was an option but I dec...
Mr. Newark invited me round to his house about 10 days later, when his wife and three kids were at their Grandmothers in Scotland. I knocked on the door nervously and when he answered it, I was surprised at how formal he was. He ushered me in and indicated that I should sit down. Clearly he wanted to talk first. I was slightly confused. Since we had fucked i...
Cruising online on the various meeting places can be exciting at times but also very frustrating. There are so many parallel universes, liars, schemers and BSers. When I said hi to Cougar1nj I didn't have hopes for anything special. The messages went back and forth, little about this, little about that. She said she was married with two kids, 45 years of...
The sun poured into my window as my phone's alarm clock went off, playing "Another One Bites the Dust". Yawning loudly, I stretched my arms and rubbed my eyes before noticing the slight stain on my bedsheets. When you and your friend are living with a Hooters waitress and a nude model, can you blame yourself for masturbating to those two? My name is Dante E...
It had been four years since David Little had lost his wife. Now at the age of sixty four he decided it was time he retired. He'd managed to keep working after his wife's death, it had actually helped him to cope, but he wasn't getting any younger and being in the building trade all his life was taking it's toll on his body. So the time seemed right to hang...
Ch. 20: Aftermath It was 70 years to the day when I wrote that first part, the part about Julia busting me over stealing her panties, the part about her cooking up a girl-plan. Today I'm a bit over 88 years young. Time enough that I thought it right to get down on paper some of what happened back then. To me, and to Julia. To me and Angela too, and to all t...
Welcome to Part 9 of my series, 'Four Plus One'. The first chapter, Monkey Bars, is in the First Time category: it will make a little more sense starting there. Or just jump in wherever you want! A vote or comment is always encouraging... ******** Life went on. In many ways it went on as in any other shared house. People chipped in, they were sometimes sla...