Jamie laid in his bed, trying to figure out his next move after getting fucked by the bartender. His chest and dress shirt were soaked in his own cum, while his asshole was leaking the bartender’s. Still tipsy from the strong drinks he’d been poured earlier, he clumsily got out of bed, grabbed a towel, …
Cock Cravings Ch. 01
True stories of a BiWM who acts on his craving from time to time. Not in any particular order really, just recounting some of the more memorable encounters and hope you enjoy reading about them. ***** I had just gotten out of a long relationship with my ex girlfriend and had moved into a nice …
Cocklust Ch. 16
I stood motionless in the doorway. Mrs. Collins stared back at me. Her eyelashes seemed to flutter, and she made a point of tossing her hair. I tried to gauge how much she’d had to drink. This can’t be happening, I thought. She’s Chad’s mom. She can’t seriously be coming on to me. Can she? …
Closet Confession Ch. 01
he following story, every word, is absolutely true. The names have been changed, that’s all. I don’t know when it was I first knew that my ass would eventually be trained to take cock. At least that’s what I tell myself, even though I know it’s a lie. The truth is that I know exactly …
Chubby Chaser Ch. 02
When I had my first summons from Jeremy, I made a point not to be late getting there. He once told me that missing a call or text from him could spell the end of our association. What was our association exactly? Well, Jeremy was my thirty-six-year-old co-worker at the parts factory. When I found …
Chauffeur The Ch. 03
“See it there? The dock? Look up the path and you can just see the red roof.” With that the pilot banked the DHC Beaver float plane, circling the lake, checking for boats and the wind direction. He throttled the big Prat and Whitney radial engine back, lowered the nose and the flaps, and down …
Chad the Cable Guy
“Damn” I thought as I tried to turn on Netflix after a long day of work. “My internet is out.” I live in an old house in the middle of the city, and various creatures have a habit of getting into the crawl space under the house and chewing on wires. Guess I’m going to …
Can’t Call Me Straight Anymore
This is a true account of my first gay experience last year. I was 34 years old at the time, I am happily married with a great sex life. Have always been a masculine guy 6′ tall, 180 lbs with a shaved head, blue eyes, blonde beard, and in good shape that can honestly say …
The Nightgown
“I’m thinking of buying that nightgown, Thomas.” Thomas looked in the catalogue, over Asha’s shoulder, at the picture of the model lounging on a chaise, clad in a satin gown with a slit high enough to expose an almost indecent swath of creamy thigh. The blond woman was thin and by the look of her …
Catch-Up Weekend
Copyright 2008 by the author. He wanted to surprise me, and he did. I’d gone out on a Saturday morning to run some errands. When I rounded the curve and my house came into view it took me a moment to place the car that was in my driveway. Then I remembered I didn’t know …