The rain fell hard all around us. The only light came from a old street light down the road. The droplets glistened off our naked bodies as they ran down and over our chests. He looked at me and watched as droplets wondered their way over my breasts
Paul was a friend of the family and I knew him since I was just a wee lad. My dad and Paul would go camping all the time but since my father past away Paul almost never came around. Before my dad had died he told me that he knew I had feelings for Pa
Chase stirred and I felt his cock twitch and begin to grow. He slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. A few moments later I heard the shower come on.
I couldn’t help but think about the intensity and depth that we felt in our encounter. I didn
As I opened the door he stood there smiling…as if he knew something but wasn’t going to tell. As if his anticipation for what was to come could hardly be contained. He set his bags down…grabbed my hand and had me sit down. Then he said…”Breeze.
…And so I set about finding the secrets to my scope. I am very good at this sort of thing and besides I certainly wasn’t going to give in. After a short time I discovered a zoom lense hidden in the tripod. I also learned that the tripod
…The moment our eyes met they were locked together in an unspoken dialog…it was as if I was gazing into a mirror reflecting love and hate. Pleasure and pain. Serenity and chaos. All there is and nothing. I was held captive…by my own desire…
The waiting room was rather small. As you entered there was a large window with floor length dark purple drapes and four cozy looking black leather chairs in front of it facing the door. To the right was a leather black sofa with a dark purple accent
I had purchased a body- stocking that gave the appearence that I was entirely covered in tribal like tattoos. I opened the curtains all the way back to reveal a pole (a portable pole for pole dancing *giggling*…who knew?). I turned on some “dirty d
I very slowly and deliberately take the scope and move it aside…quickly checking that I could still see the window. He was watching…wondering what I was up to. I stood facing him. I began to turn very slowly and when I was almost full circle I pl
I decided to run away for a few days. I needed some space…away from my world. So I flipped a coin. Heads…north. Tails…south. It was heads.
Once on the road…I found myself wanting to put on a show for my fellow travelers…just the thought of
Nathaniel stared over the hill waiting for the bus full of campers to arrive. It was his job each and every year to greet the campers and the counselors who come with them. He shuffled his feet, sweating in th
My man asked me to surprise him and bring something different to his place when we got together that night. We had done so many things together I really had to think it over. Then, I came up with a unique idea for us. I went out on a limb and got
The Pantyhose Stalker – Part One
Disclaimer: The author does not condone nor encourage forced sex. This story is purely fictional and is a segue into the darker part of the human psyche where forced sex fantasises dwell. T
You probably won’t believe this, but I never intended to vaporize the pesky hangup. Sure, I wanted to, especially with you. But I was resigned to it being part of my life. As you said, it would be questionable if I was “out there getting your
My wife Connie, and I had been traveling all day in the car, through central WI. We stop for the evening at a single digit hotel, in asmaller city. It was midweek in the middle of summer, so it wasn’t very crowded. We check into the room, it was an
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It was my freshman year of college and I was driving south in my convertible for Spring Break when I saw a p
I was headed to my car “well kitty I know what you and Mr Mr. Moss have been doing maybe his wife would love to know” Marcus said “you wouldn’t dare” I said “oh I would unless you are willing to do whatever I say just for me not to tell” Marcus said
Her name was Mandy and he thought she was the most beautiful thing to ever walk the Earth. She had soft blue eyes, a perfect smile and, at 22, no possible interest in the awkward young man who spent his life trying to think how to talk to her. He fou
My wife Cindy, and I (by the way my name is Mike) sometimes like to get away from the same old boring routine around the house.
It was a cool Saturday afternoon so Cindy said it would be a nice day for a drive.
Cindy went to change out of her wor