So here I am, silk red boxers. My clean body dried by a semi-clean towel. It was clean a week ago when I last visited my parents. The boxers have small hearts through out and they actually feel good on my balls. Now that I think about it, the feel is more like polyester and not silk. It looks like polyester and I have worn polyester, though not as underwear....
'We are outlaws in the eyes of America' says Flexi Girl, 'always different' I am Tonguesmith. Created for pleasure. My mother was a hippie, who dropped a lot of lysergic acid. And other strange narcotics with mystical properties. The psilocybin William S Burroughs grail-quested through Amazonia to find, but could never discover. My father was the electri...
We only barely had 3 hours of sleep when Lisa's alarm clock rang. 8:30am. Another day of the tour was ahead. I kissed her good morning as she went to clean up in the bathroom. I put on my pants back on and hurried back to my own room, anticipating a morning-call. Sure enough, within 2 minutes, there was a loud and urgent knock on my door. Knock knock knoc...
Author's Note: This is not a stroke story, so I'm sorry if that's what you expect. Later in the narrative I will have sexual activity, but non-consent is something that disgusts me, so I refuse to write about it. Also, this isn't intended to be historically accurate in anyway, but it is set in Ancient Egypt before the North and South joined. Otherwise, I hop...
Ken stepped out his front door, and raised his face to the sun to take in the warmth of its rays. He took a breath, then went to begin the task of washing his truck parked in the driveway. He went into his garage, and came back out with a bucket, and an assortment of rags and sponges. As he filled the bucket, Janet, his neighbor across the street, comes out...
The fourth in this occasional series of self-contained stories about "Staff" Daniel Matthews and his family. "LAME DUCK?" "Catch!" The four-year-old girl giggles, throwing the light beach ball from the sparkling pool. Freddie reaches up from his electric wheelchair, easily catching the ball one-handed, his head and bare shoulders sprayed with a light show...
I lay in bed still clenching my stiff cock. The once hot cum I had shot was now cooling and starting to feel tacky on my knuckles, stomach and chest. There is nothing better than waking up to a hard-on and having time to do something about it. Morning masturbation was a lifetime ritual for me, and many times it was even more fulfilling than morning sex. Th...
Chapter 2: Servant Author's note: Chances are, you will be quite confused if you haven't already read Queen Under The Mountain. This story is not just set in the same universe, it is a direct sequel, from the next day, and there is a lot of quite pivotal set-up contained in number one. Although I hadn't originally planned it like this, there will be a str...
"Seeking Smart, Sexy & Sometimes Submissive" Do you think a tattoo can be a sign from the gods? A while back I saw a CL ad entitled "Seeking Smart, Sexy & Sometimes Submissive". I like chatty ads; this wasn't that but he struck a few right notes and the title - hey! that's me. I was having a hard time coordinating the DP I was after. Kevin, the sexy Canadi...
Krista looked up from her computer. Her office atop the high-rise headquarters of her business had a great downtown view. She paused to scan the skyline. She was knee deep in things to do: hedging the commodities market to control a key rare earth metal, reviewing and rejecting another buyout offer, re-arranging her schedule to attend an emergency Total Woma...