Thank you to my readers. This is the second chapter in a new series. I thought it would be fun to open this up and welcome suggestions for Sam and Danielle's next adventures. Please feel free to email scenarios you'd like to see as they take their mutual submission to next (unlimited) levels. I also welcome your positive constructive feedback. Fair warning...
Things had been going well with Lesley since we'd first met at Ruth and David's. There had been countless phone conversations and each Wednesday we'd meet up for a drink at a pub just outside Leicester. Timing wasn't on our side however as my end of year exams were looming. I was the first person in my family to go to university and I didn't want to let my p...
I was watching her face to catch any signs of emotions, as she removed the headphones. But she had a poker face for the last ten minutes. She was fully concentrated on the music and trying to hear every single beat and note. "So?" I said. "What do you think?" "I like it," she said. "You sure?" "Yeah, absolutely. You have talent, boy. That's fantastic."...
A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, livin...
Just as we discussed, I arrived at Sylvia and Larry's shop at 4. Even though I'd been in before, I don't think I'd ever be fully comfortable going into a sex store. I could help but shake the feeling that the employees would judge me. Though Sylvia was the one at the front of the store today. Right when I walked in, Sylvia came from behind the counter and g...
21st September “Come on Steve, we’ll lose time on the court.” Steve was being harangued as usual by Nicky for leaving her with the two children to feed and put to bed. I’d only known Steve and Nicky for three months. In that short time, Steve and I had discovered a mutual interest in squash. We’d become good friends, and it seemed that we’d known each othe...
I prefer to fly Business Class when I travel for work for a number of reasons. First, there's more room in the seats and in the cabin generally, in fact almost as much as they allocate to First Class. As I am a big guy, by body size, that sure comes in handy. Second, pretty much all the Business Class passengers are seasoned travellers, who know what they...
Jamal Boyd is my name. I'm just one of the guys, as I like to say. I'm a young Black man living in the city of Boston. I'm a student at Suffolk University, studying Criminal Justice. I'm around six-foot-three, with light brown skin, fine features and a well-defined, muscular body. I'm a fine-looking man, if I dare say so. And I do dare. I'm like a younger ve...
Chicago was blustery. Ice puddles dotted the sidwalks. There was a chance of black ice on the roads, but we had come up for the weekend, anyway. This was something we did only on occasion. The anonymity of being in a big city several hours away from home gave us the illusion of safety. Drew and I would pretend to be lovers, freely enjoying occasional bouts o...
The first time I went through college, I thought I'd done pretty well with girls: I wasn't the best-looking guy on the small private campus but I was nothing you'd be embarrassed to have on your arm or explain to your girlfriends. I was smart - had a full-ride engineering scholarship to prove it - liked talking to and, more important, listening to women, and...