When I got to my dorm room, my mind was racing. I was worried that Amber and Bryn were talking about me. I was worried they would tell other people. I was also thinking about the sexual things Amber and I had done. She spanked my like a child. She also stuck her finger in my butt. It felt great, but I am not gay. Did she think I was gay for liking that? I wa...
DISCLAIMERS: [This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. But isn't that the whole point of fantasies--what could be? With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirel...
The morning arrived, shafts of sunlight pressing in through gaps in the thick curtains. I awoke, half in and out of sleep. I had been dreaming of the 'Kitty Litter' and of a pressing need to return for another outdoor pee with other girls from the University. In my dream I had been denied my intent, always turned around before I could reach the spot by the t...
This is a true story down to every detail and to the best of my recollection. Thanks to Fungi469 for his help in editing the final copy. As I walked along a dark, wet street in the blustery Royal City of Edinburgh I could not help thinking what a lucky fellow I was. It was early 1987 and I was a twenty three year old postgraduate student at the University o...
Tim and I had been living selfish, self-centered lives for a long time. Yes, we had found sexual satisfaction and bliss in each other's arms, but what about the rest of the world? What about them? We looked around every day and saw bored, frustrated, unhappy men and women. We knew it was because they weren't getting off, but how could we help? After all, we...
Author's note: This is yet another new venture for me. Its genesis is history, in the seventies, but with a healthy sprinkling of imagination. My loving thanks to my ever-tolerant muse and editor. Thanks also to all those who trouble to read this. I hope I've written something you can appreciate. NB: Edinburgh has many more vegetarian restaurants now tha...
This a tale based on ancient Celtic song, once popular in Scotland and Ireland that has haunted me for a couple of years. I've combined the song's timeless theme of unrequited love with a few others that are important to me and seemed to intertwine so very well... * Sheena fussed over the placement of the pickles and preserves that she had carefully arrang...
I recently had some great fun whilst out playing ten pin bowling with three of my senior lovers. Bill, Frank and Peter had originally arranged a game of ten pin bowling with another man Fred. Sadly he had to drop out on the evening in question or else I could have had another playmate for fun and frolics. The lane at the local rink was booked for late on...
Dear Shoeblossom... I must write you about my tenant, Portia. She seems to have taken over the house...she's 23 and a hellion! I gritted my teeth, kneeling on hands and knees on the kitchen table as Portia's thick razor strop crashed against my tender bottom. She swung again, and it landed once again, and tears spurted out of my clenched lids. Can I be...
I quickly got up and followed Gina into the kitchen, still out of breath and my cock throbbing. She informed me that I should cook breakfast while she went up and took a shower. She also instructed me not to touch myself adding, "In fact, never touch your little wee wee for pleasure again, if I ever suspect you did, I'm going straight to the police!" I went...