This is a true story of an experience I had when I was twenty years old and in the Navy, traveling to my active duty station in Norfolk, VA. It was 1970, and after completing basic training, I had visited my parents in Portland, OR before traveling to my active duty assignment. There weren’t as…
I am a bisexual married white male in my late fifties, and this event happened when I was forty-five years old and had not yet had my first cock sucking experience. Up to that point I was mainly curious about other men, and really enjoyed looking at the many Yahoo sites with pictures of…
You stir and turn to lie on your side. I move close behind you, my arm across your waist, once again imitating spoons. You murmur words. Indistinct. I ask you to say the words again. You whisper, “My mouth is dry.” I know this time I must refresh you. There is bottled water across the…
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…
It was seven a.m. in the morning, and everyone in the building was preparing work. There was barely anybody in the building, really-just the janiter and some other secretaries. I was the head C.E.O., so I didn’t have to come here early at all, but I had to since MTV was interviewing us for our…
(Part 2 in the Richard Saga. Extreme sizes are a factor here. Enjoy!) “ALL RIGHT MAGGOTS! FALL IN AND LINE UP!” I bellowed, noticing the way the boys giggled as they left the locker room and ran into place. I paced up and down my little Soldiers, high school seniors, all, their eyes locked to…
I have been in love with a man by the name of Austin. He had blond curly hair and the sexiest blue eyes, but that wasn’t the first reason why I fell for him. It was his ass. It was so beautiful and soft like a baby’s bottom. Austin and I have been in the…
I was club hopping, in the hopes that I might be able to hop some guy’s club. The club would have to be a biggie, no simple night-stick or tonfa. I needed a massive weapon, that held authority and was wielded with skill. In short, I wanted a weapon of mass distraction, to distract me…
Chapter 3: Field Mission I hate field missions. For one thing, there’s the clothing. I can’t dress as devastatingly when I’m not in the Compound. Men trail me like lost puppies, women make attempts on my life, and officials have the embarrassing habit of arresting me just to see how my tits look with my…
Looking back on that day now, from up in a corner as if looking down on a dream, I look out of place on the starched linen draped over my mother’s Italian sofa, green tea steaming on the coffee table as she twittered about the room, wringing her withering hands. The room was pristine, bleached…
WELCOME TO AMERICA After eighteen years, the Company that my husband and I started when we first got married had finally struck gold, the years of going without many things, may have finally ended. Our biggest setback was my car accident, which had left me with two useless legs from mid thigh down, and confined…
It’s been a very long week for you at work. I hear the exhaustion and tension in your voice immediately when you call to let me know you’re on your way home from the office, slowed down by the light snow that has made traffic even worse than usual. As I hang up I think…
You really know how to get to me like no man ever has. You’re proving it again right now, cuddling my very aroused nude body draped lazily across yours on our bed, stroking my long brown curls and back with a strong loving hand. Still gently lifting my chin with your other hand and looking…
After that explosive Thursday, I had taken that Friday and the weekend to recover and to say I had been fully sated would be an understatement, but by Monday morning, I started to feel the lust pangs returning. By Tuesday morning, I had to get my Lelo Iris out for a workout, all the time…
Next month I shall be sixty-seven years old. Before then there will be the fifth anniversary of the day my darling Dorothy was taken from me. A merciful release, said people who had known of her illness; and so it was. I still think of her, of course, and that is why I cannot help…