**DISCLAIMERS** 1) The following story involves male sex and homo erotic themes and scenes between consenting male adults. If this offends you or will cause you mental damage, stop reading here. 2) Compliments and constructive criticism is always welcome, flames will be ignored. 3) Dates and time are liquid in this story, focusing around the career of Ant...
Wow, she has a voluptuous butt, I thought as Irene was getting into the tub. Not to mention sexy plump, ripe breasts. I had to leave the bathroom and allow my girl to bathe. My girl knew I was having adults thought about her, by my lustful gaze. She flashed me a naughty smile as she lathered her breasts. She was proud of her long thick auburn and grey hair....
He looked like Walter White from Breaking Bad: bald, glasses, the sinister goatee. He even had the weighted look, the heaviness in the eyes, as if he was caught in a sudden downpour. We met, as people these days do, in the most uninteresting way imaginable. We met through friends, at a party. He was single and I recently divorced. Our friends weren't pushin...
Bridgette stood back and studied her Halloween outfit in the full length mirror, smiling at her own reflection. Dressed in a very short, red plaid skirt, her thigh high white stockings with a white garter, and white button up blouse. Turning this way and that, she considered the way it looked on her. She wanted to look like the slutty schoolgirl. Problem wa...
I had been at the bar about thirty minutes, waiting for my good friend Kan. We had planned to get a few drinks, and then head out to a local seafood restaurant, where they had a special on stone crab. After dinner we were going to run a few more of the bars on Duval Street, hoping to meet some interesting women. Kan was running late, which was strange for h...
The armored detainee transport pulled through the stately front gates, passed high stone walls and meandered through towering topiaries before stopping before the resplendently bright white mansion. The vehicle stopped and two of the Sheriff's men stepped out, one holding a shotgun, just should the need arise. The door in the rear was unlocked and two more g...
Sometimes there are fantasies which offer heavenly delights while playing devilish games on the playgrounds of lust. These are those high risk, high reward ventures that accompany horny-induced, poor judgment. Sometimes these fantasies lead to regrets. But occasionally these fantasies leave behind smoldering embers of burning lust that can fuel one's naughty...
My name is Kyle O'Neill. I'm a five-foot-eleven, brown-haired and blue-eyed man of Irish-American and Hispanic descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I am twenty six years old. Folks who don't know me too well think that I am a nice, quiet person. The nicest man they know. That's what most people used to say about me for the longest time. The...
The room was filled with sunlight. It was almost white from the décor and the morning sun streaming in from the French doors. Lara sat at the mirror of her dressing table, applying makeup and perfume, her favorite and his, Paloma. Dressed in a flowered print skirt and soft white, linen blouse, she was waiting for him. A breeze caressed her back as the Frenc...
"Hi, how are you?" I'd always had a soft spot for Rita the barmaid at our local village pub in Devon, England. I'd often pop down for an early beer when she opened up at 6.30 and usually it would just be the two of us for an hour or so. Like many village pubs in the UK, business was a little slow these days. Rita was a grandmother of 59, some 18 years old...