It's 2:13 p.m. on the East Coast, a murky gray day, just the kind I like. All my afternoon plans fell through, so I'm walking around my apartment naked, trying to solve a problem in my head. Also, I'm masturbating like the steam drill that killed John Henry. My roommate, who's also my sex partner, is out for the day, so I'm having fun by myself. She knows I...
I feel like I've been flying for weeks. The trip from San Paulo to Paris was a nightmare, the 10 hour unscheduled stop over in Recife only adding to the indignity of having to fly coach on Air France. Charles De Gaulle was its usual chaotic mess and it was by the skin of my teeth that I got onto that last Friday evening flight back to Dublin. Back to Dubli...
Nineteen 'If you can replace something, it can't be that important.' - Richey Osgood, Rock Week, 2000. After Candice Barkin's trial in 1997 – a life sentence imposed for the murder of Will McCann and the attempted murder of Vaughn Madden – Richey left England in an attempt to clear his head. For the first time in two decades he was able to travel for pure...
This is my nude day submission. Probably a little controversial, but my stories are known for that. This one will let the emotions out, you have been told. As always, a big thank you goes out to my editors, 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan' who are responsible for making my stories a better read. * Wow! Zoea and I have been married for five years. It seems like...
**A reader commented that a holiday story should have redemptive value, in the spirit of the season, and that, perhaps I fail to tap into that delirious, all-consuming happiness that each and every one of us must feel during the long, cold winter months. Of course, it could be that redemption—good or ill—is in the iris of the beholder. --Indeed...
**.** I was thirsty but there was no beer in the crappy one-bedroom apartment I was living in. Checking my wallet showed me I had twelve dollars left; just enough for two twelve packs of Dixie, the only beer I'll drink. Normally, I would have reminded myself that there was also no food in my apartment But since I wouldn't be picking up Rose and Iris, my tw...
Chapter 1 "Another drink, Jimmy?" "Yeah, okay, Jer'," I said. I walked with Jerry over to the bar, where he refilled my glass. We took our glasses out to his back deck and settled down to watch the sun set. Debby and I had gotten to Jerry and Carol's a few minutes late, but not too bad. I had completely forgotten the invitation, and worked late that day....
This is a LONG story. If you don't like long stories or stories driven by plot and characters rather than just sex, you might want to skip this one. -------- ---------------- Disclaimer: The following story is a work of (hopefully) erotic fiction. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sexual activities, please stop reading now. Any resemblance bet...
Hi guys, thought I would tell you all about our second time at a glory hole in the gents toilet on the west coast of Scotland where we were living at the time. This was before we moved down to Cardiff for Bill's work. As is normal for me you'd better put the kettle on or open a big bottle of wine because it is long very long, slow to start with but I think...
Anya felt her breathing run rampant as she tried to ignore the ache in her cunt. Looking around her outside, she found the dildo near where she had been lying and picked it up, and then located the ass plug, and finally, she pulled the soaking wet pad out of the bottom of her box. She felt tears in her eyes as she thought of the four big men and what she kne...