Joel Taylor sighed as the black van carrying himself and his fellow prisoner pulled quickly away from the stark concrete walls of the prison. Branscombe Wood had been his home for the last four years and was where he had assumed that he would serve out the his sentence. But there had been trouble - there usually was.
The fight had not really been his fault. Nor had it been Ralph’s either, the other well built black man that currently shared the back seat of the van. Ralph was a good guy and the two men had become best friends on the inside. They looked out for each other well, usually avoiding trouble and avoiding the “queens” that habitually prowled the jail looking for fresh meat. The system usually worked well until Joel had been cornered one afternoon in the shower block by a gang of them. The big man had fought tooth and nail to avoid their advances but, even he had to admit, until Ralph put in an appearance, he was losing the struggle. With a combined effort Joel and Ralph had managed to see the queens off, the problem was, in doing so, they put one of them in the prison hospital with multiple fractures. Read the rest of this entry »
We had had moved from our home of five years to one four hours away, leaving our friends behind but not forgotten. Our best friends Scott and Sam were coming up to see us for the first time. We were going to show them our new home and our new town. I hoped to show them a bit more than that though.
Liz, my wife, was very excited by the visit since she had been missing having close friends despite trying to forge new friendships with neighbors and co-workers. I loved watching her five foot five inch body cleaning and cooking. When she bent over to my heart started to race as her great butt was shown to me through her tight jeans. Her 42fDD’s were hidden behind a thick sweatshirt though, disappointing me. Of course her blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair always made me happy. Read the rest of this entry »
Megan and I had been friends for years, but only recently had they gotten really close… You see, both Megan and me, by the way my name is Sierra, had gotten all these kinky fantasies about getting our guys together for a foursome. Well… I guess they were Megan’s fantasies, but she brought me into them and they sounded so good I couldn’t resist having them as my own. Megan was gorgeous, I must admit. She has long dark hair and dark eyes, smooth olive skin and a perfect figure with excellent tits. I’m not a lesbian, actually I’ve been with my boyfriend for years, but Megan… she was something else. Read the rest of this entry »
Lara bustled around her apartment cleaning a little bit and getting things ready for her guests. Her roommate had gone to a FUEL conference and so she had the place to herself and had invited a few of her fraternity brother’s over to play a friendly game of poker. As she set out the chips and cards and put on some music she wondered if Jeremy was going to come. She had left him a message about the game, and knew he could rarely resist a game of Texas Hold Em’ because it usually meant money for him. But then she also didn’t know whether or not he would want to spend the evening in the company of a bunch of her fraternity brothers since he wasn’t a part of that particular aspect of her life. This was the typical thought in her mind when it came to Jeremy. She always wondered if he would be in the mood to see her, because she was always in the mood to see him. She was always in the mood to create some sort of situation for him to come over so that she could make it increasingly difficult for him to resist putting her into a compromising position. They were similar in the sense that neither wanted a commitment and both were attracted to each other physically. So Lara simply figured there wasn’t anyone better or closer to quench her carnal cravings with. Of course that all depended on what particular kind of mood he was in, and whether or not he actually showed tonight. But before her mind could wander any more towards what she hoped would happen after the poker game she heard a knock at the door followed by a familiar voice. Read the rest of this entry »
Maria is a freshman in college, attending a prestigious University located in the center of the Midwest. Being an accounting major she had to bust her ass to make straight A’s like she did in high school. Growing up in a small town on the out skirts of large city, Maria enjoyed the social life that college had to offer. In high school she was pretty shy and quiet, she had her close friends but never did anything bad like stay out all night or come home drunk. She was daddy’s little girl, oldest of five other siblings she had to set a good example. Since the fall she had made many new friends and been to all sorts of parties all over town. Most of the time working on her homework or working at her part time job at a local dry cleaners kept her busy, except for maybe Friday or Saturday night when she might go off to a kegger for a few hours and hang out. Read the rest of this entry »
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John was outside when the storm hit. He was in the back part of the property when the lightning started. He was mending a fence at when he first heard the thunder. He looked up and saw the darkened sky when a flash of lightning illuminated the area he was in. The accompanying thunder jolted him. Heavy raindrops began pelting him and he looked up to see a few of them splash onto his face and glasses. “Damn” he thought, “rain again. I really need to get this done.” Read the rest of this entry »
She was lying on a bed, totally naked, face comfortably into a pillow. Her knees tucked comfortably into her chest so that her rear was slightly up in the air. Her skin was extremely sensitive and slippery, most of her body was covered in massage oil. He was real good at his job and he was damn good looking. Massaging and gently caressing her, spending what felt like hours just working out the stress and tensions, his hands felt as if they were constantly touching her everywhere, with the exception of one place. The lack of everyday stress long gone, she was beginning to feel a new form of tension. His hands were working magic everywhere, and the idea that his hands could perform equally as well in an area that generally gets neglected, was beginning to entice her. It did not help that his crotch was about at her body level, and she thought she could feel his bulge every time he reached across her. This was playing games in her mind and fueling her desire even more. Read the rest of this entry »
John raced her back to his place, and of course, he won; but only because he knew the area better than she did. Elle licked her lips in anticipation and had the uncontrollable urge to touch his skin. They had come from the theater, where groping was de rigueur and she had rubbed him in just the right way to tilt his head back and get him to sigh deeply in that way that made her wet. She rubbed his thigh and kissed his neck in what was so natural a motion it seemed involuntary.
When they finally arrived at his place, they played out all the motions of civility, preparing drinks and small talk, but both knew what was the other was thinking, and that was almost exclusively skin contact. She leaned forward to look at his CD collection, and he took that time to kiss up her spine. She reacted by producing goose bumps and leaning into his kiss. He kissed up to her neck and pulled her down onto the couch with him. There they continued kissing, and she had noted with pleasure that he was quite adept. He knew how to control his tongue without darting in and out like a tease and how to move not fast nor slow, but as if their mouths were involved in a sultry slow dance. She loved it. Read the rest of this entry »
As I approached her door, a slight smile came to my lips. She had no idea what she was in for tonight, but I knew that it would be a night she could never forget. When I rapped twice on the door, it was almost immediately opened by my special girl, and I wondered if she had been waiting for me since she had responded to my knocks so quickly. She was completely decked out, wearing her favorite skirt and a matching silk blouse. It was obvious that she was looking forward to tonight, even though I had never said exactly what we would be doing. I could not help but wonder what she was wearing underneath her outfit, although I couldn’t determine exactly what it was even when I let my gaze follow her figure as she walked. I quickly pulled my mind back to the task at hand, knowing that I would find out later. Read the rest of this entry »
Melody had been the curator at the gallery for nearly fifteen years. During that time, she had seen artists come and artists go. Some gay, some straight but all seemed to be bogged down with emotional baggage of some sort. Maybe that was the reason she was never attracted to any of them. So when she stopped to take a long, hard look at Michael, it came as quite the surprise to feel her heart quicken when he looked back at her with those crystal blue eyes.
Forget it,” she thought out loud, but even from a distance, he still found a way to raise her pulse. Quickly she went back to work, praying that her feelings towards a man fifteen years younger were not exposed. Read the rest of this entry »