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I walked down a poorly lit corridor beside a man who seemed to hate his job even more than he hated me. The hate showed in his wrinkled and hardened face brighter than a flashing neon sign at a cheap motel. I eyed him up and down, his body said he was too young to look so old. My mind told me his years of working here in this place, around these people, had taken years off his life. As we continued to walk, I glanced around at my new surroundings and noticed up the dark gray painted walls, near...
Gay MaleUsually a late riser, my dark brown eyes pop open early in anticipation of the day. I lay there with my emotions running from excitement to dread and back again, periodically looking at all the items on the night stand he had me lay out the night before. Blue magic marker, gray hair brush with long thick handle, two vibes, Vick's Vapor Rub, Icy Hot, and forty four clothes pins all sit on the top of the night stand. Every time I look on the forty four clothes pins my heart drops. Surely they...
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My fortieth birthday had just gone by the previous week, with quite a fanfare of celebration. The years just seemed to have flown by. I sat back at my desk in the basement and reminisced the last twenty years. Moreover, perhaps puzzling what changes I should have made, if any at all. Or would all that had gone on this last month be an indication of the next decade. My teenage life was uneventful, I had a few girlfriends but nothing much happened until I was nineteen, then Jane appeared on the...
MatureThe old man hobbled on his arthritic knees making slow progress in the beach sand that gave way beneath him and made him sink up to his ankles with each painful step. He carried a small cooler in one hand and one of those cheap old lawn chairs made of aluminum and with plastic straps in the other. He walked towards the brown wire and wood fence that acted as a windbreak and trap for the blowing grains of sand. Quite a pile was drifted up and weighing down the fence, tipping it towards the...
My father owned a very lucrative window washing company in Chicago. He naturally took me under his wing at a very early age and instructed me on how to properly operate the equipment. I learned all of the safety measures that typically needed to be taken. I practiced on the windows at home, the proper technique of how to wash them. I was shown how to properly take care of the equipment. When I turned fourteen, my summer job was working for him. He had me washing windows at ground level and paid...
MasturbationSincere thanks to my editor Bobash Finney. I welcome the feedback. ***** CHAPTER 1 ‘Hey, are you OK?’ My best friend Jackson asked. ‘You are not thinking about her are you?’ He asked as if reading my mind. ‘No.’ I lied. ‘I’m good. Just mediating on my assignment for the next days.’ He looked at me intensely, as if not believing a word I just said. ‘I’m good.’ I said with more emphasis, hoping I sounded more convincing. Truth is I was not good. I was indeed a mess. I had fallen in love....
Chapter 1: Reuniting I faintly remember coming to this house thirty something years ago for play dates when I was allowed and then a few times with my mother to visit during the holidays and different occasions, but I never realized her family called this side entrance the “back” door. Karen did say over the phone to come to the back door near the driveway. And she was right about the front door having too much snow in front of it. She must struggle to handle such a hefty house all alone, never...
Lesbian40 Years Ago Today. By Samantha White. [email protected] It was forty years ago today that my life started to change, I can almost recall everything that happened, obviously, at the time I never realised where this was going to lead me or the effect it would have on the rest of my life. It all started as I said forty years ago, my mother Winifred or Winnie, caught my father Fred having an affair with our next-door neighbour Janet. My Mother and Father had been married for four...
“IF I DO THIS AS A COMMISSION, I won’t have anything to sell. All my work will be attached to the walls of the chapel,” I said. “Are you having second thoughts about being able to complete it?” “It’s not that,” I said. “Well ... maybe a little. I never expected anyone to take the whole project and say I had nine months to paint forty panels. But, I’m more concerned with what my agent has to say about me not producing anything salable in that time.” “We need to worry about that. You did a...
(AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}}); Susan Ann Clancy sat quietly in her six year old Ford Escort in the parking lot for Krazy Kate’s Video Store. For the third time in the last half-hour, the forty-six year old high school history Teacher checked her watch. Then the short haired redhead looked out the window to the small sign on the store’s door that listed the hours of operation. The store closed at eight o’clock, her watch had read seven...
Part 4: Epilogue Things didnt get better right away. I still got bullied at school, and at home was stuck in the middle of several fights between my mom and my step-father. I also had to cope with flashbacks so bad that sometimes, all I wanted to do was cry or throw up, or maybe both. But by summer, once the doctors had finished poking around in my head, they made the pronouncement - I was a girl. Just one with a little bit of misplaced skin between my legs. With that piece of...
Fortysomething By Melissa Tawn It was Alice Carter's birthday: fortysomething. She sat in her favorite easy chair, a drink in hand, and thought back on her life. Birthdays are the time one takes stock. She had been born Alan, a boy, though inside she knew, that she was really a girl. At one point she tried to explain this to her parents, tried to get them to understand, but they were unable to do so. This was in the days before the internet and the local library was...
Sam sat in silence, allowing him the space to think, and within the silence, he gained perspective and understanding of his own reaction to the sudden suggestion from his business partner. He pondered over the task he would be faced with, and the workload, the overtime needed and its effect on Sam. Julie couldn’t cope with his long hours, and he wondered if Sam could. Now settled in the living room, side by side on the sofa, Sam remained silent, and Aidan knew the depth of self-control she...
THE FIRST BATCH OF PLASTER was stabilizing for application on Monday after Thanksgiving. I’d have four weeks of painting before we left for Nebraska for Christmas. With Doc’s help, I got Morgan and Adolfo to assist me on the project. They got class credit and a stipend for their work and would be recognized at the dedication and in my book. We were using traditional techniques and they did all the plaster work, preparing my cartoons, and transferring them to the wet plaster before I got to...
I WOKE UP IN THE MORNING spooned behind Lissa. We moved softly together as I caressed her. We adjusted ourselves but after just a few strokes, Lissa pushed me out of her. “I’ve always wanted this, Tony,” she said. “I could never tell you, but I want you now.” She repositioned my cock against her anus and pushed back. I stayed steady until the head popped through her sphincter and was gripped in its tight embrace. “I can’t take you very deep this way but I so love it when you play with me...
Yes, ladies, that’s me. Getting to a semi-retired state I thought I would turn a hobby into and a part-time job. You see I am very keen on photography and like all subjects, but one experience gave me a whole new meaning of life. My other half has given up the bedroom delights preferring sleep and travel with other ladies. So, I have been a little dormant on the sexual seen for about four years. I mentioned this in passing one night to a friend in my local when Jon mentioned he did agency work,...
“God Damn! Fuckin’ nag of a horse!” my dad said, as he finished tacking on nails to the last of the mare’s new shoes. The mare was starting to get skittish as he finally finished the job. The mare had tried to kick him, but without much luck. He was too close for her to get any kind of leverage for a f***eful kick. Her kick hit the dead air with a “whoosh.” “Son, let’s get the fuck outta here. Our job’s done,” he said, as he spit another wad of Skoal juice to the dusty corral ground in a long...
“God Damn! Fuckin’ nag of a horse!” my dad said, as he finished tacking on nails to the last of the mare’s new shoes. The mare was starting to get skittish as he finally finished the job.The mare had tried to kick him, but without much luck. He was too close for her to get any kind of leverage for a forceful kick. Her kick hit the dead air with a “whoosh.”“Son, let’s get the fuck outta here. Our job’s done,” he said, as he spit another wad of Skoal juice to the dusty corral ground in a long...
[ Dedicated to no one in particular. Just to other fellow BBC porn addicts and wankers who 'know their place' in the sexual hierarchy! ]I decided to stay up late and do some masturbation while indulging in some on-line porn (of the 'interracial' variety, which is my all-time favorite sort), and so I got comfortable and sat back and started lightly stroking my cock in a deliberately slow, teasing, unhurried rhythm, and though I don't have a giant cock, it was soon about as hard and erect as I...
“THANK YOU, TONY,” Kate said as she slipped her hand into mine. We walked toward the wall Kate had helped me paint. “You’re welcome. For what?” “For making me talk to Clarice. I feel like a stupid kid.” “That’s how I feel all the time,” I chuckled. “I mean, really, have you ever met such a spoiled brat as Tony Ames?” “Tony...” “Look,” I said. “Look at that wall. A twenty-year old kid was handed a commission to paint a fucking wall! If it hadn’t been for you standing next to me, I...
HOLY FUCKING SHIT! My mouth was open so wide, Melody splashed water into it. She pulled me to my feet, stepped out of the tub, and handed me a towel. I started to dry and she slapped my hands away. “That’s for you to dry Lissa. I’ll dry you,” Melody said. Lissa stepped out of the tub looking every bit like Aphrodite Anadyomene rising from the sea to walk into my arms. I would paint that one day. I focused all my attention on caressing and loving the woman who had just declared she would be...
RIO EXCUSED HERSELF soon after being thoroughly kissed by each person there. “I want to be home at whatever hour Matt comes dragging in,” she said. “Besides, I think this party is headed where I don’t need to go without his okay. Which, by the way, he will probably give, so watch out!” We all laughed and when she left, we started cleaning up the mess. With only nine of us at the party, it was easy to put the house back in order. I came in from taking the recycling out to find the seven...
“THAT IS ONE BIG FUCKING CANVAS,” Jim Schroeder commented as we stood in front of the wall. Jim was one of the several volunteers from PCAD that had come out for the start of the mural project. Doc had vetted all the art volunteers standing with me. Jim was a senior and had been a focal point artist on one of Doc’s murals three years ago. He was one of thirty volunteers wearing hardhats and huddled under umbrellas as we walked out of the Athletic Pavilion to go look at the wall we were going...
WE MANAGED TO GET ALMOST HALF the wall sketched on Sunday. I was thankful I wasn’t doing this alone. Five of us working and we managed to get half the wall sketched in a weekend. We weren’t slow. We didn’t have all that much time to work. We didn’t have decent light until eight or eight-thirty. With the canvas awning over us and on both ends, the daylight was even more limited. We had to quit by four. At least we were getting four or five minutes more daylight every day, so by the next...
I wrote this as a new style of writing, it is not my normal genre. Please read it with an open and accepting mind. Thank you. The cool night of early summer had set in fast as I walked home from work. My feet aching and my thighs burning from standing stationary all day helped the short walk seem longer. With my book tucked under my arm, my M&Ms in my hand and the night thick around me, I studied my surroundings carefully as I came off the main sidewalk and entered the apartment complex. ...
By : Gupta.Prem760 Hi readers, this is Prem prakash Gupta from Punjab. This is my first story and is a true story. You people don’t believe that now I am 63 years old and this homosexual experience is my first one which happened about two months back. About me I am 63 years old retired teacher. I am a dark and still active baniya. My height is 5.7”, average built. I always remained sex maniac, but always thought about females and always had sex experience with females only. Though I didn’t...
Gay MaleHecate was so excited! She was finally going to meet Katie McN. H could hardly believe that Katie would be able to arrange for the Space Shuttle to land at Heathrow just to pick her up and take her to Texas. And yet, here she was landing at Midland International Airport at the start of her exciting adventure. H was the only passenger on the Shuttle this trip. So, she was able to sit up front in the copilot's chair for the entire flight. How wonderful! When the shuttle finally landed at...
Copyright© Russell Hoisington 2005 This here tale is an eeerotic fantasy of the humorous variety which I done writ in the vernackulary style of th' area where it all took place. So, if'n you don't speak Redneck, y'all are gonna be lost, 'n' y'all got my deepest sympathies fer bein' so poorly educated. The characters, cept'n for th' famous eeerotic writer cmsix 'n' the briefly mentioned eeerotic writer Naive, 'n' the situation are purely th' product of my overactive imagination....
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Black Porn SitesAlways Faithful by BobNbobbi © [Author’s note: I combined chapter 31 with chapter 30 because they seemed to go together in thrust and timeframe – there will be no chapter 31, the next chapter after this will be chapter 32] Chapter Thirty – Laura Abandon’s Dan for Greg – 2 LF had scheduled a Monday evening posing the day following Laura’s return. Greg was not pleased, but he didn’t sulk. “Okay little girl, strip down and let me ravish you. I’ve missed having you while you have been off playing...
Always Faithful by BobNbobbi © [Author’s note: I combined chapter 31 with chapter 30 because they seemed to go together in thrust and timeframe – there will be no chapter 31, the next chapter after this will be chapter 32] Chapter Thirty - Laura Abandon’s Dan for Greg - 2 LF had scheduled a Monday evening posing the day following Laura’s return. Greg was not pleased, but he didn’t sulk. “Okay little girl, strip down and let me ravish you. I’ve missed having you while you have been off playing...
CuckoldHello everyone. I am back with a bang! I am Rachit and this is another incest story for you all to enjoy. So let’s talk about the heroine of this story. My mom, Ekta (40 years old) resembles actress Vidya Balan. Her boobs are the perfect mango boobs one could ask for. My aunt Arushi (35 years old) resembles actress Madhuri Dixit. My another aunt Shubhanshi (34 years old) resembles actress Sonakshi Sinha. My sister Shreya (20 years old) resembles actress Shruti Haasan. To enjoy the story to...
IncestWe were on holiday in Crete this year. We usually have a laid back holiday being a couple in our early sixties - no discos! After a meal out one night, we were having a drink in the hotel bar when we got talking to a woman in her sixties - still a very sexy lady!She told us she was a recent widow holidaying with her daughter and son in law. She had left them to have an early night. We all chatted and got on great. When she went to the ladies room, my wife, who is usually up for some fun on the...
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It was a lazy Saturday. One of those days when you just really don't feel like doing anything, but lay around naked and have sex. Roxanne called me and asked if I cared if she came over. Of course I didn't, Roxanne and I have been best friends for over 20 years, and if she just wanted to come over to hang out, by all means, she was welcome. My husband was out riding his mountain bike and I was lounging on the couch when Roxanne came over. She was still in her jammies too. I couldn't take my...
It took three weeks for Sam’s passport to arrive. For Aidan and come to that, for Sam as well, they were three weeks of heaven. For one thing, now that she had discovered how ecstatic sex could be, she was, he had to say, enthusiastic. They coupled daily at least. September was a busy month at work, but Vicky insisted on taking the extra work to leave him free to go home to Sam. He knew just how much he owed her for that, but as she said, when she was ill after the holiday he lost Julie to...
Aidan was puzzled when his news about Julie wiped the smile from Vicky’s face. “Come with me,” she said seriously. “There’s something I want you to see.” Vicky took Aidan to her office, sat him in front of her desk and called up her email server, found the correspondence and turned the screen towards him. “I got a surprise last night at home,” she said grimly. “Read these.” He read, his brow furrowing as the import of what was written became clear. “Sam? She’s in London? Working in...
The following week was depressing with regular rain and showers; it did nothing for Aidan’s mood. Vicky went back to her own flat on the Tuesday of that week. Aidan had fed her and got her strength back, and they were both back at work on the Thursday, advertising for more staff. Aidan was surprised he’d heard nothing from Kevin: it was so unlike him. Aidan surmised that perhaps Kevin was knee deep in marriage counselling or divorce, and began to feel regret and guilt at his impulsive action...
On Samantha’s urging, Aidan told her his story, starting with his childhood with Kevin, school, university and accountancy exams. He told her of his parents and their sacrifices for the brothers. “Like you, in High School I had girl friends. I learned a lot from those girls. I learned casual sex doesn’t suit me. It just wasn’t me. I wanted more from girls – I wanted a relationship. I had a thing with a girl at the end of High School, but we went separate ways to different...
Six of the Best! The Headmaster forgets, Emily makes an error, Oswald hasan opportunity. By Alex Oswald Turnbull grew up in a small country town, where he acquired only avery limited social sophistication but did well enough in the local schoolto win a scholarship at London University. There he acquired an only slightlyexpanded social sense but did well enough to gain a good degree in mathematics.Despite the fact that he was a friendly and attractive-looking young man, hehad managed only a few...
He and Cheryl, his wife of five years, were standing at the taxi rank, waiting for cab. It being 1am, a lot of people were out drinking and getting cabs and going home. They waited patiently, his arm around her shoulder. His jacket was over her shoulders as it had just started to drizzle with rain. Three weeks of dry weather and now the clouds were finally collecting; the lawn would get the watering it needed, he was saying. It made the roads more slippery as the water lifted the slight...
SIX MONTHSby Dorothy Strangelove Later :I had to write it down. I couldn't say it any other way. The letter had been composed in my heart long before it had come to this point, I don't know when, maybe the first time he looked into my eyes, or the first time he touched me, or the first time he took me in his arms. Maybe it was even the first time he buggered me and we both came so hard that we fell together onto the wrecked sheets. All I knew was he had said, six months. And now it had come...
SIX LITTLE WORDS SIX LITTLE WORDS Book 1Chapter 1 Six little words, barely a sentence had changed their relationship forever.? ?I like to get tied up? she had told him casually.? Like someone would say ?I like to jog?, or ?I like strawberry ice cream?. ?Would you care to elaborate on that?? he asked.? ?If that?s not plain enough for you? she replied, a little snappy, obviously embarrassed at being caught.? The chains attached to her wrists jingled as she gestured while talking.? ?I...
Sam asked for milk. Aidan grabbed two glasses and filled them. She was already on her way to her room; he followed her. He had to enter her bedroom to give her the milk. She turned and smiled. “We don’t have to be up early tomorrow,” she said. He took her meaning. He now had no excuse for leaving, and anyway, he didn’t want an excuse. He wanted to stay. He simply put the milk down and moved to ‘his’ side of the bed, putting his own drink down on the bedside table. When he turned back, she...
Next day at work, Aidan’s face must have given his feelings away, for Vicky asked him what was the matter. He told her that Sam’s passport had arrived and that they had booked her flight back to Canada. She was to leave on the following Tuesday. Since Vicky knew most of their friends as well as the ‘office family’, the news spread like wildfire, and by Friday morning Vicky told Aidan that Sam and he were invited to a farewell party on Saturday evening at Giles’ house. Giles was a party...
Aidan went from the airport straight to work after his farewell to Samantha. Despite the sunshine, life felt bleak and miserable, and there was a great yawning gap in his life. The expression on his face betrayed his feelings, and Vicky took one look at him as he entered the building and showed her sympathy and concern. “Should you be here?” she asked. “You could take the rest of the day off, you know. The rush is over.” “No,” he replied, “I need to keep busy; take my mind off it.” “You...
Aidan woke up on Thursday morning, the last day of October, Halloween, feeling good, so good that he did a double check to see if the feeling was real or if it would evaporate like the morning dew. It didn’t. He felt optimistic and, he was sure, happy, and he knew he could trust those feelings. He sang in the shower and hummed a merry tune over breakfast. He felt almost giddy at the prospect of a day without depression. He looked out of the window, and seeing a bright break in the clouds...
“Aidan?” Julie said, after he identified himself on the phone. “Caroline says you’ll meet me.” “Yes, that’s right,” he said guardedly. “Thank you,” she said. “When would be convenient?” It sounded to him as if they were making a business or medical appointment. “Tomorrow?” he hazarded. “How about the Hare and Hounds?” There were too many people who knew him at the Plough and he wanted this to be private, otherwise he knew he would never hear the end of it. “Fine,” she said. That word...
Vancouver: a conversation “Mom? Did you phone Aidan Redmond after I got back from Europe?” “Why honey? Is something wrong?” “You knew I didn’t want you to phone.” “But Sam, sweetie, Daddy and I couldn’t let it go without thanking him.” “You remember he stopped writing?” “Why, yes, but didn’t you write and ask him about that?” “He never replied. I put a note in his Christmas card, and I got an email from him this morning.” “Well, I’m glad he’s writing to you again.” “He isn’t. Mom,...
Giles was hosting a New Year’s Eve party at his ‘modest manor’ as he put it. Aidan was invited and Giles enquired whether ‘that incredible woman you had with you last time’ would be coming over for the celebrations. No she wouldn’t, Aidan told him, but, on a whim, invited Julie. Well, not quite a whim: he felt a little guilty about neglecting her over the Christmas period. “Are you doing anything for New Year’s Eve?” he asked her. “No,” she answered, her interest aroused. “Fancy going to...
He awoke on Wednesday the first day of the year to find, not a pair of breasts pressed against his back, nor his erection (which was real) pressed between the cheeks of a female bottom, but the stroking of a hand over his hair and the word tea spoken in his ear from a female body standing nakedly next to the bed. He rolled onto his back and sat up, his bare chest gaining a predatory lustful look from the said female, which in turn enhanced his erection. “Kathy!” he said in surprise. “How...
January as always was busy, very busy. Hours were long and everyone was worked hard. There was little time for entertainment, though they managed to get to the Plough on Wednesday nights which was a necessary relief of tension. Aidan heard nothing from Julie, though he was so busy he hardly thought about her at all. While the rest of the staff had Saturdays and Sundays off, Vicky and Aidan worked all day Saturdays. On Sundays he slept and relaxed, though he would often go for a walk, telling...
After the May Bank holiday, in the offices of Redmond and Compstall things settled down. June and the summer beckoned, when things became easier and slacker for the accountants. Kathy seemed very happy with her new boyfriend, and Vicky and Brendan had started to plan a spring wedding for the following year. Things were less complicated for Aidan as well. There was the Wednesday night meet for the staff, which now included partners, fiancés and friends. Vicky and Aidan met one evening a week...
Ottawa early July “Mz Grogan, it seems you really are fluent in four languages. You would be surprised how many interviewees say they are fluent, but only have a working knowledge. All our interviewers were impressed. Congratulations.” “Thank you, Mr Desmodine.” They were sitting in his office in Ottawa, the headquarters of ITI, an international company specialising in expert translators and interpreters for governments and multi-national companies. Sam was at last committed to find a job...
Against all Sam’s inner protestations that there was no chance Aidan would contact her, either because Julie did not tell him, or because he simply did not want to know since he had gone back to Julie, Sam was on tenterhooks for that week and the week following. There was, as expected, no contact made, and as the third week began Sam felt her spirits plummeting as if a great gap were opening deep within her. At the end of that week as she climbed into bed, the tears came and with them a...