At sixteen degrees below, January 17th had begun as the coldest Denver day so far that year. At five fifty in the morning Joshua Aton should have well been on his way to work. But standing in front of the ancient, gas furnace mounted on the wall of his second floor apartment, he sipped at his coffee, staring unenthused out of his window at the still-dark, a...
The next morning I dragged my confused and befuddled but well rested self into my office just off my bedroom. Work waited for no one, not even an oversexed bastard like myself. The guilt was hitting me hard as I got a cheerful email from Susan and it was hard to concentrate as I listened for any sound of stirring from the guest room. I knew I'd have to face...
Jackie called me and asked me to wait in my garage. It was some time after midnight and I had a pretty good idea what she had on her mind. The horn blew and I hit the button to open the door. She was in her Saab convertible, the lights off and top up. "Well," she said, "get it off and get it going." I knew exactly what she meant, and quickly had my clothe...
NOTE: This story is based on a real experience. For many, many years I felt it was too personal to share, even with my closest, trusted friends. So it remained trapped deep within flash memory as a bunch of digital ones-and-zeros. Some of the details have been modified to avoid giving away too much personal info. Enjoy! ===== It is a beautiful fall day as...
An unbound bisexual man has more fun in life. That was and is my motto. I am thirty-three years old, without a relationship, so I am not accountable to anyone. I am 6 feet tall and keep fit through athletic training to keep my chances of sexual encounters high. By the way: my name is Gabriel. Yes, I love and need sex. I am attracted to both sexes. I like to...
After a delicious lunch in excellent company, Paul sat there with a contented smile like the cat who got the cream. Finally, the woman who he hoped would enslave him was sat across the table from him. They had only spoken via email and the occasional telephone call. Now however, the woman he called Ma'am was seated opposite him. She was beautiful. The few p...
Roger Timmons was a different kind of man from most. He grew up in the country on a working farm but he wanted more from life than he could get farming. He went into the Army and served four years as a Combat Engineer. He served a tour in Afghanistan and then a year later one in Iraq. He learned how to fight and honed his abilities to read and lead men. He w...
Kim traced her steps back through the darkness of the medieval chamber with its fearsome cage and pit and emerged into a corridor. Here she faced a difficult choice; to her left was one door, facing her was a short passage leading to another door and across from her was an imposing black metal gate with the word 'Nemesis' welded onto it that led to stairs an...
Jennifer tugged lightly at the cuffs around her slender wrists. *Too tight*, she thought. *No way I could slip through*. A breeze swept through the valley, reminding her half her ass remained exposed and her pussy was soaking wet. *Gosh, that wind tickles . . . I need to put something in me so bad*. She bit her lower lip and moaned softly. *Why am I so fucki...
The sky was looking very grey outside the window of his new office as Sean sat back in the huge leather chair, wishing he could summon the enthusiasm to actually do something useful. Boxes of files had been haphazardly piled in a corner and, as yet, he hadn't had the time to open them. He was dog tired and the thought of returning to a bland hotel room for a...