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Detective Lansing removed his black hat and lightly knocked on the
apartment door. A few moments later, the door slowly opened.
“Can I help you,” a girl behind the door asked, suspiciously.
The detective noticed that she had a cute face. She looked to be a
woman of about twenty years old with shoulder length brown hair and
stylish eyeglasses.…
The Y2K Bug and the surrounding hullabaloo is remembered by people in
different ways. For me it simply puts a date, New Year’s Eve 2000,
which would mark a transitional point from quiet, ordinary “normal”
person with “unusual” secret desires to the beginning of the road to
the person I am today.
I’m going to skip over the first six …
Read More → Mitch was tired. Work had been a long, miserable grind of one emergency
after another. What he really wanted, more than anything, was a quiet night
in front of the fire. A beer, his favorite book, a warm, glowing fire; yes,
that was exactly what he wanted. He knew it was a lost cause. Tonight was
Halloween.
He opened his …
Read More →Rock City was not a really good idea, but I guess all
in all it worked out okay. It was a joint idea that
David and I had, to run a disco in an outlying small
town on the weekends. It worked okay, but we never any
money at it. The perks were good, though.
She was there the very …
Read More →I love the illogical fantasies of the beach, and I flash my tits and angle
my pussy towards camera one. Imaginary beach-lovers drift cross the
plumb of the waves surfing bright umbrellas. I tease my sex in my palm,
and break open the rib and eyes. Imagine if any man could know my
cunt as I do. They would jerk …
The affair had now had three episodes and I was far from sated with
her. She and my wife worked together and I had met her at a social
function. In fact, my wife had invited her to our house a couple of
times. This made the affair both more dangerous and exciting for me,
but also more emotionally distressing …
His name was Liam and he had a gift.
Think of it as a kind of telepathy, or empathy. It wasn’t;
there was nothing psychic about it–the actual explanation
had to do with pheromones and smell and vomeronasal
cavities and suchlike–but what you need to know is that
he knew when women were horny.
Sometimes he couldn’t resist acting on …
Read More →I saw her as soon as she got out of the elevator. Tall, long
brown hair. Nice legs, nice ass. No tits though. No matter, she
looked pretty hot walking across the hallway in that short skirt
she had on. I told her to be careful because the floor was wet
and she smiled at me and said thanks. Too …
Did you ever have a perfect day?
This episode in my Jeff Zephyr’s Life series is about one day which
seemed perfect to me. It wasn’t the first time we had sex, but it
wasn’t long after that. It wasn’t all about sex either, though that
was part of what made the day perfect.
I was in love, too young …
Read More → Maria was just wearing a halter top and tight shorts while I was in my
usual casual wear of shorts no underwear and a muscle shirt since I was
going to meet the secretaries of the coaches. In my back pocket was that
ring my grandmother gave me to give Maria if I was sure that she was the
woman …
Henry is not put off easily. He demands my passion no matter how much he
mourns Laurie fucked last month.
Frustration as blank walls fitted together in a maze show his thrashing. I
ask him everyday how it feels to be taken and left aroused without climax.
That question suits Henry. He wants to know how it feels to fuck …
1. Air Conditioner
“Unh.”
“Unh.”
“Hunh…unh!”
Again.
One more time.
Again.
One more time.
Again.
“Yeah…yeah, you like that.”
“Unh.”
Again.
“Unh.”
One more time.
“Unh.”
She takes another swing.
“Unh.”
It’s not really that I like
“Unh.”
being fucked up the ass.
Not really.
“Unh.”
Again.
“Unh.”
One more time.
“Unh.”
It’s just that that’s all we do.
“Yeah, …
Read More →“Hey there,” the pizza girl said, “David?”
The question mark is part of the flirtatious game we play, this lovely
pizza girl and I. For about six months, at least once a week, I drop
by to pick up a pizza for the family. Usually she gives me a big
pepperoni pizza, although every so often, I manage to sneak …
“Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me-e, happy
birthday to me!” I made sure Ethan knew I was home as I sang my way through
our apartment. Walking happily into our bedroom, I realized he wasn’t to be
found.
I quickly took my clothes off and tossed them into the hamper. Flipping on
the bathroom …
It was at sunset when she meant the most to him.
They sat, always the same, on the porch outside her room. He brushed her
hair and pinned it back, careful to keep the curls lying flat against the
nape of her neck. She had always kept it like this when she had been
able to care for it herself. …