We had been lovers for at least six months. I loved his demanding passion, and he clearly loved my neediness. We usually fell into each others arms the moment he walked through the door, and most of the time we were screwing long before we made it to the bedroom. The sofa and chairs in the living room, the floor in every room, kitchen table, washing machine, shower, bathroom sink...we landed on whatever was closest. He likes to fuck hard, and he has great stamina, so we go for hours sometimes. I love the way he pounds my pussy until it hurts. I love that every time I move for the next few days, I still feel him between my legs. We usually go through two or three positions in the location where we land before we come. Afterwards, we wander into the bedroom and ... Read More»

I had just finished filling the compartments of the stand that had been in front of our house for years, and as I made the tomatoes and corn look just right in their places, I remembered how my wife used to get upset if the display looked ragged. The idea of selling vegetables out of the little cart had been the idea of my late wife Carol, and I kept filling the thing as a way to keep her memory alive after she passed, I guess. It sure wasn't for the income. Most people were honest, dropping money into the locked box that was nailed to the end of the little cart, but I didn't charge that much for the stuff anyway. A heck of a lot less then the supermarkets in the city did, and it was something to do to pass the time. As I turned to go back up the driveway, ... Read More»

Candlelight flickered and danced on the merlot-colored walls. It played over velvet draperies and heavy furniture, casting ominous shadows she couldn't see. For tonight, he had pulled back one of the curtains, revealing a series of large rings he had drilled into the wall. Against her better judgment, Brooke had been blindfolded and was tied to the rings, spread-eagle more or less, with sturdy clothesline. Clothesline, you might wonder? Yes, ordinary cotton clothesline. It fit his college student budget, was easily available, and strong enough to withstand any resistance from a reluctant protégé. It also cut easily in case of an emergency. How had she ended up here, tied to his wall? He smiled at the thought. It was so unbelievably easy. She was a Southern ... Read More»

I really don't know where to start, so I guess I will start at the beginning. Okay, here goes .... My name is Zara and it's a Dutch name. Well, the first name is. My father was a Canadian construction worker working in Holland when he met my mother, and fell for her, hard. My parents came to this country from Holland 15 years ago, when I was barely 8 years old. Mama and Papa didn't have a lot of money, so I am an only child. They worked hard to put me through school and now I'm going to try and become a Pastry Chef. In High School, I was friendly, but kept mostly to myself. But I did manage to make one good, true-blue friend. That's Danielle, or Dani, as some call her. Dani and I hit it off immediately. She once told me she thought my accent was sexy and ... Read More»

In my hometown of Biloxi, Mississippi, the story goes that a pumpkin farmer raced from his house toward the frantic pleas of his eldest daughter who lay pinned beneath a tractor. Upon seeing the girl, her father was seized by a tremendous burst of adrenaline, a miraculous shot of superhuman power that trebled his strength and allowed him to lift the machine off her. Little did I realize, there within the parable of Halloween lore, was the essence of society's dysfunctional relationship with woman. How apropos. I sat behind the wheel of my rusted-out station wagon, sweat pouring over my temples and cheeks, afraid. Gazing into my rear-view mirror once more, I tried to see what no shortage of people had been fooled to assume was a young man—perhaps a little ... Read More»

I dangled my feet off the edge of the table-bed-thing and wondered if it had some sort of official medical name. What did the nurse call it? Examination table? Embarrassment station would be more accurate. Feet in the horrid metal stirrups that were set at an angle only a human contortionist could manage, dangling your ass off the edge… I sighed. Annual gynecological exams were such a delight. Still I did look forward to seeing Dr. Knight. I chuckled at the name. It must be wretched to be a handsome doctor with that name. The White Knight. The Knight in Shining Armor. Mr. Right Knight. Damn, but the man was gorgeous. As if the word “gorgeous” had been a summons, a knock sounded at the door and said stunning doctor slid into the room. ... Read More»

I hated delivering to motels. Every motel delivery we made was a guaranteed nut case, and usually didn't tip. I hated going to the Motel 6, because the seediest people always stayed there. If they weren't drug dealers, they were prostitutes. If they weren't prostitutes, they were living in because of some terrible drug habit. I remember I made one delivery, and this woman opened the door wearing all this black leather, and had a whip in her hand. She invited me in, and on the inside of the room there was this guy hanging from the ceiling in this S&M contraption. Needless to say, I was freaked out. I wonder if that poor dude ever made it out of there alive. One Thursday, I got a call to make another delivery at the Motel 6...woo hoo. The order was for an ... Read More»

My wife and I threw a party and had several old freinds over and a few new ones. With the old ones it was always starting with a little food, breaking out the blender, telling old stories, popping in some old KC and the Sunshine BAnd, Barry White and grooving till midnight. Some of the newer freinds picked thru my music collection and played some newer stuff, like Bush, or Tom Petty. Anyway I noticed one of my single old freinds Tina getting a little freindly with one of the newer younger guys Andy. They would step out for a smoke and I could see them come back a little less dressed lets say. Everyone was a little turned on by watching them grope all night. Tina told my wife that Andy had at least a 11″ dick and it was burning thick. Well as usual 5 or six of ... Read More»

I couldn't believe how nice and tight Jason's ass was. It felt so good being inside of him. His energetic pounding against my pubic bone made it almost unnecessary for me to move. At one point I just held still while I watched him fuck himself hard on my dick. "Fuck yeah, Jason.", Steve spoke softly as he stroked his own cock. "Get every inch of that big dick up your ass. Come on...take it all!" Steve looked me straight in the eyes while I was getting my dick wet. "You ready for some dick, boy? I'm gonna fuck that cute face of yours.", and he got up off the sofa and presented his dick to me. Before I could answer, Steve put one hand on the back of head and pushed it down toward his fisted cock. My mouth opened naturally and I got a mouth full of hot cock. Pushing ... Read More»

Sometimes memories can be a good thing. Other times, they can be torture. Nostalgia is defined as a yearning for the past, often in an idealized form. The word's root is of Greek origin meaning "pain, ache" and it was actually treated as a form of melancholy in medieval Europe. I point this out because I have been battling with an intense feeling of nostalgia lately regarding a past "lover". I wrote about her in a previous post entitled "My Best Friend's Girl" about a hand job she gave me in a hotel stairwell. This girl's sexuality and passion rivals that of the most motivated porn star - at least in my memories... Currently she's engaged to a man much older than her, and while he is "nice" and "friendly", ... Read More»

Justin was on his way home for summer vacation on an Amtrak commuter train from Philadelphia to Erie. He had just finished his sophomore year at his all-boy boarding school, and had decided that this summer, he would finally lose his virginity. Most of the other students had lost theirs already, many of them with students from the all-girl boarding school that shared grounds with the boys' school, and many with local girls that would sneak into the dormitories. Justin was much too nervous about getting caught to ever attempt any kind of rendezvous, since it could jeopardize his good standing at the school and distract him from his studies. Besides, Justin didn't even know what kind of girl he liked. He was always staring at girls he saw in the city, but he ... Read More»

Last Thursday morning my dog went missing. It's a male Rhodesian ridgeback called Simba and it looks like a small pony. Hard to loose you might think, but once in a while he decides to play at hunting and off to the fields he goes. I did all the usual things; looked around the village, walked up and down calling his name in a high pitched voice to entice him to come running, feeling like a fool. You know the routine. After a while, an old guy who lives at the top of our quiet cul-de-sac told me that he had seen the dog in the back garden of his new neighbour. He didn't know her name but he thought she was in. I thanked him and went to knock on the door.The door was opened by a lovely looking woman that I hadn't seen around the village. She was around thirty, ... Read More»

I have always been embarrassed because I had a small dick. I would always read these stories that said an average man had a six inch cock. I would look down between my legs and shudder. I was lucky if I had four inches down below. I was always afraid women would make fun of me when I stripped down. In fact, once it did happen that way. I was still a virgin when I finally got this girl into my bed. One look at my cock and she started to giggle. I lost whatever hard-on I had. That whole experience made me put off trying to find a woman. I did manage to find a friend, however. After college I found a job. There was a guy working at the same company as me named Rick. We just seemed to hit it off and I soon forgot about all my woman problems. It wasn't long ... Read More»

Elena sat nervously paging through her magazine for the tenth time while her husband, Tom, said, "Try to relax, babe, he'll be here, don't worry, it's not even eight o'clock yet!!!" "I know," she replied with a shiver, "but I've looked forward to this day for so long I just hope nothing goes wrong to spoil it!!!" "What could possibly go wrong," Tom asked softly, "everything's set!?!" "What if he hates me," she replied fearfully, "I mean what if I don't excite him!?!" "You're nuts," her husband replied quickly, "he's gonna adore you, hon, now just take it easy, all right!?!" After giving her husband a small smile she replied softly, "Okay, baby, I'll try, but it won't be ... Read More»

It was the spring of ‘99 and I was a senior in high school, just turned eight-teen. I was on the Volleyball team, physically fit and ready to take on the world. We had just won our first game and after a pep talk from Coach Azzerelli, he sent us off to the showers. I had often found myself getting aroused when in the showers after practice while I watched the others showering. I would stare at them as I had my head under the stream of water, so it wasn’t obvious. OR so I thought. One of the chics on my team was rather hot, but never seemed to have a boy friend. There was a rumor going around that she was into girls and didn’t want anything to do with guys. I was at that awkward stage where I didn’t know what I liked. I admit. I’ve had sex with a guy. Did I ... Read More»