Madrid is stifling in the summer. The city bakes in the sun until it becomes intolerably hot and intolerably sticky. It's as hot in my home town of Cadiz, but there's always a breeze from the ocean. There's nothing like that in Madrid, only heat, dust and the stench of stale sweat. It's not fit for a dog, much less a lady. This is why the entire court moves...
After a long day at work, you manage to complete your night time routines to crawl onto to bed. Tired from the day's events, you fall into a deep slumber the moment you rest your head on your pillow, drifting off to slowly fall into gestalt lands of endless possibilities both familiar and unknown. Either through some hidden carnal erotic coding deep within y...
L’aéroport de Roissy était bondé en ce début d’été. Les vacanciers se bousculaient comme si leur vie dépendait de leur présence dans leur avion avant le départ de ce dernier. De temps en temps, une voix monocorde faisait une annonce dans un micro, dominant quelques instants le désordre ambiant. Des groupes se formaient et se séparaient. Les milliers de gens...
First off, it doesn't really matter what my name is, does it? In this neighborhood, people don't much use formal names anyways. When you're a drug dealer and small-time thug like me, it's probably for the best everybody only knows me as Buzz. That's a nickname I picked up while in the army during the first Gulf War, the first and last time I got out of this...
Much to my surprise when I tried to push my acing cock into Tina's little ass ring I found it was much to tight for my nine and a half in dick. She let out a slow soft moan as I let the tip of my cock play just inside her puckered back hole. But there was no way she could take it. I moved back. "Oh god Sam! Make me cum please! I need it!" she was trembling...
(This story is part of the Amorous Goods, A Lit Anthology Series.) Prologue: A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating th...
This is a five chapter romantic crime thriller with twists and turns, hot romantic sex, a little male on male violence telling the story about Michael and Libby, and I hope you like this tale of their adventure as they fall in love. * Standing in the shadows of the trees he watched the back of the building calculating his chances of being seen when he woul...
It was late on Friday night and I had just missed the8:30 by a couple of minutes. I was in the city for a meeting that ran very late and found myself sitting alone at a bar in Union Station while I waited for the last train home in the 'burbs.. I called my wife and told her not to wait up. I was nursing a drink because my budget wouldn't permit a second wh...
I went to a funeral once and the wife of the departed did something I had never seen before. This woman wrote a note for the love of her life and read it as his eulogy. It was a beautiful heart wrenching sentiment to the one she loved. I thought I would come up with a letter in this same manner. It isn't a letter to anyone specific but I used my own wife for...
"So that's what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That's what they needed. People were fools." ― Henry Chinaski The Super Bowl: Reduced to fundamentals, this event is no more than grown men chasing pigskin around a field. Let that settle in for a bit. Grown men chasing pigskin around a field. As a species, we believe we're analytically advanced. Yet, y...