Tales From Sechs City -- welcome to Sechs City, a wealthy, middle-class costal area of Western America in the state of California. A gorgeous, quiet largely uneventful place, people move to the city to follow their dreams, to live their day-to-day lives. It's almost too perfect to be true... It was an afternoon of brilliant warm sunshine in Sechs City. It w...
Jenny and Sonja left the stage, drawing a standing ovation. Many of the men in the stadium were holding lighters aloft, chanting for more! The ringmaster took center stage, and began to wrap up the event, thanking everyone for attending. He also urged everyone to stop at the Children's Hospital booth to make a small donation for the kids. It was a record day...
The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old stone bridge beside the village church. Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, book in hand but lost in her thoughts. She heard hooves clattering upon the gravelled path,...
My pathetic, semi-erect, four inch cock dribbled the last of my orgasm onto the bed sheets as I knelt on all fours. My wife rolled off the bed laughing. "I've just got to get a picture of this!" She squealed, getting the digital camera off the dresser. I must've looked quite a site kneeling there in that state with a pair of her pantyhose on, with a cyber...
*** Stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! *** Part 8 "Well hello there " he said beaming, moving up close and putting a hand on my bare thigh. "So nice to see you again." Again? Hell! **** The professor moved closer to me - and kissed me! His hand was on...
I came early one day late in the school year when several of my students cancelled their after school lessons. I teach guitar, so it isn't a class they need to take a final exam in, and many of them get caught up in either the hustle and bustle of closing a school year, preparing for exams, or one of the many outdoor diversions that good weather and daylight...
This is a work of fiction. It is based on fantasies I have generated loosely on events that happened to me. Any similarity to actual persons is coincidental and it is not intended to hurt or embarrass any one, living or dead. * It all started a few months ago. I went to Las Vegas with my wife and a group of friends for a winter get away. I was thinking of...
Waking up nude cuddling my naked Nicole brought flash backs of the previous evening. My head spun in an alcohol induced haze as I remembered the decadence that occurred in my living room with my wife and her gentlemen callers. My head ached as I lifted it from the pillow pushing my out of shape body to a sitting position trying not to disturb my nasty wife f...
I found a furnished two-bed room apartment in Suburban Boston thirty miles from where I had lived for a dozen years. It is no secret that the law is a jackass. However, it is only when you have to deal with it, you come to understand what an unpleasant animal this is. It took the Commonwealth of Massachusetts months to grant our application of no-fault divor...
The name is Sammy. I'm a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, sixty-something Black man living in Washington D.C. For thirty five years, I've been a part of the White House janitorial staff. You won't believe the things I've seen and done in my time. Presidents of the United States of America come and go but the staff is one of the few constants in the White House....