The day went slowly, of course. Each time he looked at the clock, only a few minutes had passed. He tried to bury himself in his work, poring over drawings and Gantt charts and solving the problems that the engineering firm had hired him for but still, time slowly went by. Finally, five o'clock arrived and he cleaned his desk off, heading home and trying not...
Every day as I travel to work I see you, and every day you don't notice the woman standing there, waiting for a cab, staring at your taut body, glistening with the sweat of a working man. You've already started your day as I leave to start mine and everyday I see you take your shirt off and I see the toned six pack of Adonis. But I sigh and move on to work...
This is not a sexually explicit tale. It has some nice descriptive passages of a woman and her clothing - but that's about it . . . * "Samantha Brown." The name sent a shiver through me. I couldn't believe my luck. What were the chances of that? I put the slip of paper into my jacket pocket and carried on into the elevator. I put my hand into my pocket and...
Chapter II - Sylvia's Thursday At precisely 4:30, I locked the door to the house and went to my car. Sylvia was standing next to it nervously clutching a small overnight case. She was dressed in her usual costume, a too-large jacket over a bulky sweater and baggy jeans. "Good afternoon," I said, "so, do I need to check in the suitcase?" Sylvia shook her h...
This is an esoteric yogic technique: centuries old. * I jackknife my ass into my sub's vagina and thrust into her yoni/pussy repeatedly as the two-petalled Mooladhara chakra or male prostate gland blossoms at the impact of my horny buttocks into willing feminine warmth, vulnerability and submissiveness. I get the same excitement in this action that a horn...
Recently I have read an article asking for a man to tell the male state of mind. Now what I say may not apply to every man but I'm sure most of us think in this way. Now when we guys screw up you ladies seem to think we don't care. Nothing could be further from the truth. We just don't see it in the same light. I guess a good example is your man is working...
Let's be perfectly honest with ourselves. Over twenty years ago a man, a prophet, a technopath if you will had a dream of how humanity would end. What started with the automation of factories would continue until we had managed to foolishly make ourselves completely obsolete. Since that time there have been other prophets, other's who've seen glimpses of our...
Aaron Woodward is a twenty-three year old virgin. You would think someone this age who has yet to bed a female would be concerned and yet there is a good chance Aaron has never thought about this subject. You see Aaron is a homosexual and has been since his first thoughts on sex. Although he doesn't know it yet this is the month he will lose his virginity an...
As we were getting out of the pool, I had the feeling that we were being watched. I looked around and caught a glimpse of a beautiful young woman wearing what looked like an old-fashioned gown staring at us. When she noticed my look, she turned and walked away into the darkness. I didn't mention anything to you back at our room and after we took a shower, we...
My name is Steve. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm openly bisexual, and I'm a hard-working, college-educated and church-going gentleman. In a few weeks, I will be leaving the City of Champions for the unknown lands of Canada. I've got family in Ottawa and they tell me that there are tons of...