Roadhouse. Some say it's a dog of a movie, others, movie buff types, that it was a bravura production rising above what seem like obvious script and character flaws via the camp way it was all played out, whatever that means. Some pretty dry humour, especially from Sam Elliott, saves it for me, plus great fight scenes and of course, the strip scene in the...
I looked around the pub and it was heaving. Wall to wall with perfumed women, slimy men and thumping music. Still, I suppose that's what Friday nights is all about. I was sat at the corner of the bar, nurturing a nice cold pint of lager and just people watching. The crowd I was with had long dispersed into the cool autumn night but I had decided to stay on a...
This is the first part of a multi-part story. It sets the scene for the rest of the action. I woke up to a blow job. It was still dark and I couldn't see who it was but I was too exhausted to care. I lay back and let whoever it was swallow my rapidly growing cock, sucking me in as I hardened. Whoever it was certainly knew what they were doing and it wasn't...
It is a Friday evening and you are out of town on business. You are down in the hotel bar having a nightcap, listening to some wonderful music, trying to relax after a terrible meeting. As you sip your vodka and watch the people in the bar you see this tall, brunette enter the bar, alone. She is 5'6", you think, she is wearing three inch red stilettos, and h...
Here I was, a decent married man with a young family, driving to a motel to meet a girl I worked with for what was going to be the start of my first and only ever affair. I guess I'm far from being the first "decent" guy to fall foul of this danger, but I couldn't believe it had happened to me in such a short space of time. I'd met Fi (Fiona) 4 months previ...
Stepping from the shower, Monica finally felt free and alone—away from the pains and aches of home and complications of family. She looked at herself through the steamy vapor that hung in the air of the rustic bath and thought back over the long drive up from the city. She had stopped in the little town where her parents had always stopped to grab a quick m...
Ch01 - The De-Frocking of Father Daniel I was sorting through the usual parish post-bag one summer morning when I spotted the note. It was not in an envelope and it was hand-written. I had to read it twice to absorb what the words said. "Dear Father, I dream of your mouth. I dream of your mouth pressed first against my neck, kissing me there where my pul...
Chapter 7 The Morning After Tami was awakened early the next morning the feel of a hard cock pressed into the crease of her firm little ass. The eighteen year old waiter was in the spooning position behind her with his right arm over her side and his hand cupping her right breast. God, we must have done it at least four times last night, and he feels like...
Days like this, Harvey hated his job. Since he'd been late this morning, he'd been volunteered to take the rookie Manny's place at holding the stop sign at the north end of the construction. In addition to taking his chances with traffic, this meant he'd get constant ribbing from his two "pals" Bob and Taylor who were running the digger today. He leaned on...
The Loft: Rhea mulled over the events of the recent past as she drove towards her destination. More so than yoga, it was driving that gave her a sense of tranquil. Especially when she was driving her black Porsche Cayenne, which she affectionately referred to as The Pearl. She turned off the main road and sped down an almost empty inroad towards the old in...