I don’t know how it started. I don’t know when it started. I only know when I realized that I wasn’t like all the other boys. This is the true story of my first sexual encounter.
Before the budget cuts, my high school used to stage an elaborate outdoor theatrical production each spring. A professional set designer would be hired and long nights and weekends would be spent by the students and their dads to get the whole thing built.
Rehearsals would start in February and run
She still had her key, but after living away from home for two years, Lisa felt weird about barging in. The house looked smaller than she remembered, and shabbier. Not that her apartment was any suite at the Four Seasons.
The place hadn’t changed; she had. If she needed more proof of it, she got it when she knocked and Mom opened the door.
Mom’s welcome died on her lips as her eyes widened. She scanned Lisa from the top of her cropped, spiked, and scarlet-dyed hair to the toes of
I could feel his hot breath on my neck, teasing me in-between the nips he was leaving. My hand ran through his wavy brown hair, pulling him in demanding more. One hand was tangled in my hair, stopping the harsh brick from hurting me; the other hand brushed over my thigh as he held my leg up over his hip.
He pulled back his deep brown orbs meeting my jade green. I held his glare, my knees weakened, I could almost feel the power radiating off of him. He pushed his body into mine. A moan left my
Cindy had come once before I entered her. I could tell she was getting ready to come again when I heard voices on the stairs outside the door.
“It’s definitiely coming from here,” I heard. “Yep, I smell it too.”
Knock knock.
Silence.
Knock knock.
“Nobody’s home!” I said.
“We smell coffee. You guys got coffee in there?”
D’uoh. It was Susan. She and her partner Carol had arrived the afternoon before from Boston for a long weekend.
Except for the red glow from the digital alarm clock, which read 4:53, the room was still dark. My eyes had adjusted to the lack of light but I could still barely make out the features of Hokuto’s sleeping face. I propped myself up on an elbow and leaned close. It had been almost four months since the last time I’d seen him but it had seemed much longer. I’d expected him to look older, but all the lines and creases my eyes had traced and memorized in the past two years were
Evelyn lay in bed that Saturday morning recalling her humiliating meeting with Derek and Chelsea, standing on the sidewalk covered only in an open cape. When Derek and Chelsea strolled around the corner she knew that her secret life would soon be shared with all her friends. Her Master for the evening had no problem showing them all of Evelyn’s shameful secrets, her pierced nipples and ears, her pierced and chained open labia and the “Slut Slave” tattoos on her inner thighs.
Bethany hated Valentines day with a passion. As a child, plain and unpopular, she had resented this awful holiday which seemed to involve immature boys chasing girls with chocolates, cards and posies… every girl but her, anyway. She had grown up, and in college the guys had begun to notice her occasionally, but even then she hated Valentine’s day – she saw it as a pathetic excuse for losers to try to use corny one-liners on the assumption that “the season” would
How humiliating. Here I am, a once-successful thirty-something, happily married, or so I thought, two kids, great house, great life, blah, blah, blah. And now…I’m looking up at the façade of my old childhood home, watching the moving men carting in the few boxes I have, the remnants of that successful life that’s now wrecked to hell and back. Ye gods, does anything spell “loserville” like moving back home with your mommy???
I grabbed another box from the back of
Chapter One
“Damn him. He wasn’t supposed to be the first one to go. He promised me. He’s really screwed it up, he has.”
Sadie, jarred by the tone of Jan’s voice, sat up on her haunches and nosed her head into her new mistress’s hand. Without even realizing she’d done it, Jan stroked Sadie’s head and behind an ear. Reassured, Sadie gave an “I wasn’t really worried” yawn and settled back on the ground beside the folding chair Jan
It’s been a long time coming. I finally was able to write my next story. This story is courtesy of my two best sexual friends, DC and RU. Thanks for everything. Feedback ALWAYS welcome.
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The shower is a big one, with lots of jets and spray everywhere. Plenty of steam, too. I lean him up against the wall, legs and arms spread out, like I’m ready to frisk him. He’s facing the wall, showing me his magnificent backside.
His body is trim and strong. There is power in his
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