Pelaam© May 2010 Author's notes about this story are at the end. And I won't be satisfied Until you're here by my side You're as close to me as two is to three And the door is still open to my heart (Lyrics: The Door Is Still Open To My Heart) A large hand reached to scrub at tired hazel eyes as Napoleon watched his too-pale partner sleep. He glance...
I watch as a man, dressed as Heath Ledger's Joker persona, dances around with his pants off. A long tailed shirt and jacket cover his hips, leaving the specifics of his manhood a mystery. As if reading the minds of the other party guests, he raises the front of his garments to reveal a more than impressive woodie. "Yeesss," he yells in a drunken drawl whil...
Who would've thought one could walk into a fantasy? Not me, before this very moment. Casino Gomorrah certainly fit the bill, though. The huge tower put the Luxor in Vegas to shame! Gomorrah offered its patrons every sort of wicked indulgence. Nothing was considered sacrosanct. Good thing too, since to delve into vice remained my sole purpose for coming. I c...
How do I start the story of my transformation, from a young punk to a cock-hungry whore? I guess it begins with the summer of senior year of high school, a night I still look back to with shame. Those were dark times, when I was mostly a bundle of hormones and vanity. Still, I guess I need to start from the beginning. Looking back on the night, I never shou...
As you can tell from previous stories, Katie and I have a very active sex life. We are open to a lot of different options and very rarely turn down an opportunity to try something new. Of course, with her being best friends with Becca, they share their deepest wants and desires with each other. That usually ends up with something new happening and everybody...
Author's note: This story was written for the summer lovin' 2010 story contest, so please don't forget to vote after you have read it. This is the tale of a man's journey not only to his physical home, but also to discovering that home, most of all, resides in the heart. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Sirreadsalot10 ++++...
Misty questioned the aptness of the phrase, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend,' to her current circumstance. Maybe it should go, 'the enemy of my enemy is happy to use me to get a one up on her enemy, but is in no way inclined to be my friend or even treat me as an equal'. Or perhaps, 'I've got a bad feeling about this', would suffice. Maybe it was because...
In a rare moment of clarity, Becka lay on the bed and thought back over all that had happened since she had met Pete. She was such a different person now, she had become embroiled in her lover's fetish fantasies, and they now seemed to have an inexorable hold on her, an intoxication or perhaps it was an addiction. The word suddenly seemed to have a resonance...
23. Elizabeth sat back in the weathered green wooden side chair overlooking the lounge window and brought up her knees to her small chest so that her heels rested on the edge of the seat. When she and Michael returned home from lunch, she had slipped off her shoes and her skirt and top and now after donning her favorite faded college tee shirt and cotton pa...
Welcome to the latest instalment. Please start reading this series from the first chapter. Thank you very much to those who have left encouraging and helpful messages. These are really appreciated and show that somebody is reading my scribblings. To date: John Smith had an injection of contaminated testosterone, causing his cock and balls to permanently...