Hi all, my name is Phil and if you've been following my stories you know my best friend, Rich, and I have a unique relationship. A while ago I got up the courage to tell Rich about my feelings and my need to suck a cock. Now I've been married for years and I love my wife and making love to her is fantastic but the urge to suck a cock became stronger as the y...
For two years I had been dating Jake [when we finally met up again after randomly running into one another at a filthy hole in the wall bar where he apparently worked] and even though we were only dating, he was exclusive and I had pretty much hung up my hunting, fishing, trapping hobbies for fresh meat over a year ago. Our sex life was fantastic but lately...
When Eleanor Duvall saw the strange car pull into her driveway she wasn't sure exactly who it was since the few friends she had that were still living seldom dropped in on her, and never without calling first, but when she saw the little fellow climb out from behind the wheel the mystery was solved. It was the boy that delivered groceries from the supermark...
The implication of her neighbour's question was obvious - "Does anyone else wish to pose with Sal?" It would not simply be posing nude with Sal: there would be an erection and more. You could have heard a pin drop. Nobody said a word. It was an invitation to fuck or be fondled or sucked by Sal - nothing more and nothing less. "Well, if no volunteers, I'll d...
Chapter 1 He checked his face in the small mirror hanging on the tent post. Satisfied, he wiped the blade of the cutthroat razor and placed it against its twin in the leather case. The razors had belonged to his Grandfather, liberated from the saddle bags of an Ulan officer during the First World War. He slipped on his shirt shivering in the cold, morning...
Owen Smith woke up with a raging hangover and foggy memories of last night's company Christmas party. He remembered he and his wife Tess going, he remembered drinking, he had a few other flashes, but overall, he wasn't sure what had happened. Luckily, Owen had the benefit of living in the age of social media. Or maybe that wasn't so lucky. He pulled up his...
First attempt here, constructive criticism is welcome. I know I probably need an editor. But I am a do-it-yourself guy, never called a plumber in my life... Any resemblance to a bike rally on Earth is strictly coincidental. ***** This all started with Tina. She is a co-worker of my wife at the local hospital. Tina works in medical coding while my wife is...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. None of this actually happened. If you feel particularly protective of certain celebrity chefs, you may not want to read it. You have been warned. Note: If you haven't already, read Celebrity Chef Cruise Ch. 01-03, which are prequels to this story. ***** I probably ended up sp...
CHAPTER 23 Mum, he's gone! I've looked everywhere. She was verging on hysteria. She'd run around the house, the sheds and other out buildings, fearing the unspeakable. Then she'd jumped in David's ute and driven around for half an hour. He's only as far as he can walk in this rain. There're the hills up the back, the creek, the main road...there was a pau...
Owen Falcone quietly introduced Monica Gift to the front desk of his Car Dealership's Service Department. Coaching her on the basics of cashier and invoice printer. His son Wesley subjected to watch over her but not to interfere with her play time. The orange jump suit Owen asked her to wear was bigger than she was but she managed. Drowning but knowing she c...