Thank you to editors Non de Plume and Experienced Storyteller. Warmest/3/16 * Tony stretched; as he resisted getting out of bed. He recalled the day; and smiled. His LeeAnn was returning today. The beautiful woman that fed his sexual fantasies and made them realities, would warm his bed tonight. He flexed his arms and thumped his abs, thinking of the last...
May 24, 2009 Heavy Metal Thunder's Solo Adventures #2 Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some...
Dedicated to the best shooter girl at the Pink Pony in Atlanta - 03-02-03 When I woke up I felt like my cock was digging into the couch cushion I was laying face down on, and my head was still swimming with images from last night. As my consciousness solidified, the anonymous breasts and butts receded into the void of my sub-conscious as rapidly as the morn...
Charles stood behind the counter. He was waiting to get off of work so he could enjoy his Friday night at the bar. Only a few customers had come into the music store where he worked, and each of them had bought something he considered crap of the worst kind, though it was not his job to say so. Instead, he simply sold them what they wanted and told them to h...
It has been almost 5 years since their relationship had began. What started out as just a friendship had slowly evolved into an affair but it was a wrought with problems since Sally was married. Last time Sally saw Ted he told her that all wanted for Christmas was a picture of her. Something naughty to be emailed to him so he could fill his mind with visions...
It had been 3 months since that fateful night when I met Master David and his wife Rose. A lot of things in my life have changed since then. As I showered and prepared myself for my visit to Master I had to admit that I was nervous. Rose had called me at work this morning and left a message with my assistant that said to be home and ready at 8:00. I new th...
Chapter 3: A New Level It had been three days since the rape, and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel. Everything I've ever seen or heard about rape the woman is supposed to feel dirty and used. But I feel nothing like that. I feel more sexually alive then ever before. My body mutilated by his hands is healing nicely. There are faint, red rings around my...
Anthony Baritoli was insulted. Insulted that the girl he had just tried to make a move on had blatantly rejected him...and that was rare. ******************* He wasn't exactly cocky... but he knew that he was good looking...or so the numerous women trying to get into his bed had told him. At 6'4, Anthony was hard to miss. He had bright blue eyes that were...
I sit on the bed, watching television. My legs are crossed in front of me, and I impatiently flip through a number of channels with the remote control, grumbling to myself why so many channels have commercials at the same time. I'm wearing a sleeveless white camisole and cotton white bikini panties, my back hunched over a little as I aim the remote control i...
Hello, there. My name is Jake Bateman. I'm a big and tall black man who works for a trucking company in New England. I'm a single man with no brats. My buddy Larson Jenkins and I are both lifelong Truck Men, like our fathers before us. We're trade workers. It's not because we're dumb. We're both college degree holders. Larson attended UMass-Boston and has a...