This was the third time my stupid car had broken down in a fortnight. Maybe it was my fault for going for retro charm over reliability. I have a real soft spot for mini coopers though, having lost my anal cherry in the back of one and so when the time came to buy my own car I instantly went with the one that appealed most when it would have made much more sense to get something that wasn’t going to end up in the garage every week.
Right now the car was still running although the
You don’t have to have read Beach Stud to enjoy this one.
Jason scrolled down the screen, saw the current price of the shares he had been following and hit the buy button. They were just a tad over $1.05 and had dropped from $4.85 in a week. He bought 200,000 and knew that in less than a week, given the asset backing of the company, he would clear a quarter of mil, minimum.
Sighing he leant back in the chair and considered what he was going to do for the rest of the day. The beach was
“I’m outside.” She said in that extra sexy voice of hers.
“It’s unlocked.” I replied. I heard the front door open a moment later. After disconnecting the call, I waited for her to step into the bedroom. Anticipation fluttered wildly in my stomach. We’ve been together more times than I can count but I get that same feeling of need mixed with nerves each time she comes to me.
The first time she took me I’d been afraid that it wouldn’t be as
Part true, part fantasy–all erotic. Fun to have lived through, fun to have composed–lots of fun to read!
T’was the summer of 1963! Now, that is a long time ago—long before most of you were even born. Things were different then. Sex was around—yes even back then—but it was a lot different. The sexual revolution hadn’t hit the streets yet. People were still talking in hushed voices about the Kinsey Report; Playboy was still considered scandalous pornography by the oldsters; and gay
It was with some frequency that James Hartman returned to his old stomping grounds in the ATL for job related responsibilities. Atlanta held many memories for James, good times, pleasant reflections and melancholy longings. It was a trip he always took with much anticipation because it presented itself with the hope of exploring his deepest, darkest, most perverted desires. James had a dark side that hadn’t had an outlet for quite some time.
On this particular trip, wanting to step up the
Vlad was doing his rounds at the St. Bathory Home for Wayward Girls. Parents sent their girls here when they threw up their hands and said; you deal with this slut. The Headmistress of St. Bathory’s promised these parents that she would return only obedient, respectable girls that the parents could be proud of. There was much unsaid in that promise. Much unsaid indeed.
Vlad walked his hourly round in the incorrigibles ward. This is where the girls who refused to play by the Headmistresses
“Do you trust me?” I asked looking up at Mike, my lover, from between his legs. My hand stilled on his cock as I waited for an answer.
He laughed nervously, “Why?”
“Just answer! Do you?”
“Of course.”
I smiled up at him and resumed my slow stroke up and down his shaft.
“Mmm,” he half moaned and half sighed as he leaned back against the pillows on the bed. “I love when you tease me.”
“I know,” I said. With the
The day had started simply enough. It was an important day for Rose. She was actually going to meet her girlfriend’s parents. Unbeknownst to her, Charlotte had officially outed herself to her parents just a day or so earlier, and apparently they insisted on meeting this “girl” that had become so prominent in her life. And Rose was petrified. Meeting someone’s parents is something she had assumed only straight people did, though she realized that was a little silly of an
We had been having cybersex for about six months and sending photos of our organs from every angle with each message. We both loved the same kinds of sex and got into vivid and very arousing descriptions of what we were doing to each other so it reached the point where I got a hardon whenever I saw that there was a message from him in my box.
I knew Rob intimately from his belly button to his knees and was actually in love with his penis which was long and thick with a beautifully sculpted
Sally West had something of a reputation amongst my coworkers for being a bitch. She often would complain about her orders, finding the silliest excuses to call back and make us come back out to her house. The other drivers hated her so much they always took her order last, which of course infuriated her even more. For some reason, though, she seemed to like me; maybe it’s just that I was the ‘new guy,’ or maybe, in light of later events, it was something else.
Regardless, she