I'm John Smith; yeah that's my real name; my parents had no originality. Most people think that I'm being a smart ass when I tell them my name, but I've learned not to give a crap. As of the 2010 U. S. Census there were more than 2.3 million Smiths including 44,935 real John Smith's, and hundreds of thousands of men who registered in motels with that name....
(This story was requested by one of my readers. This is a stand alone story, but reading "Neighbourhood Terror to Sissy" first is advised as this story takes place in the same universe.) Intro Victor was just a regular guy down on his luck. A month ago he still had it all, a beautiful girlfriend, a nice apartment and a decent paying job working for an acco...
Welcome to Part 7 of the tale of Hannah's Hero. Sorry it's taken so long to get this part out, but with all my other responsibilities it can be tough to get it out of my head and on to the computer! Thank you so much to all of you for the votes, comments, and messages. Even when they aren't positive, the fact that you took the time to make them means a lot....
For the second time in 2013, inclement weather would work in my favor to lead to a memorable sexual encounter. While I'll always remember December 26, 2013 as the most memorable date of my sex life (which will have to wait until the next chapter,) just a fortnight prior to that date was the day I was stranded out of town on a business trip. A combined lack o...
Several years ago, I was in my early 30's, single, and was working in the back office of a local insurance agency in a sleepy suburb of Boston. I had been an English major in college, and had decided that I wanted to do something more interesting for a career than insurance. I decided to go back to grad school at a local university to complete the courses I...
Author's note: I want express my thanks for your comments. It has really been a pleasure writing this story. Some of it based on my experiences, some of it my fantasies. As I go on writing the scenes just seem to flow out by themselves. I'd love to hear more of your comments and appreciate your votes too. * Pamela stood up and pulled Robert to his feet and...
The cock was not my husbands, that much was certain. It was black for a start, and though it was flaccid, it appeared large as it dangled, disconnected, through the circular opening cut into the wall of the discretely lit booth in which I sat. I licked my lips nervously. My husband and I had been married for nearly a decade and in that time I had never been...
Well, after that period things settled down for a bit. The next thing worth putting down in this chronicle of naughtiness happened when Trish and I had been living together for nearly a year - it was late autumn as I recall. One evening, she came home from her office positively glowing and purring with self-satisfaction. I asked her what had got her so high,...
I wanted to surprise my husband with some photos of myself taken by a professional. I started to ask around amongst friends. Julie, a friend of mine knew this girl that had worked with this apparently fantastic photographer. Julie emailed me Rebecca's phone number so I called her as soon I received the email. Rebecca was so nice on the phone. She couldn't st...
It was my senior year, in a few short months I would finally have my BS in CS, and I'd be gone from this little 2-bit college forever. The past four years I'd been a good boy, the nights I stayed up late I spent doing homework, writing essays, coding until I passed out on my keyboard. I'd never been the type to go out and party, get drunk, get laid. It looke...