A construction accident put me in the hospital for five months with many serious physical injuries that needed a few major operations to fix. I was thrilled upon being released, but needed a walker to walk about and intense physical therapy at my doctor’s center twice a week. I could not live at home, being
Author’s Note: First of all, if you’ve found this story randomly, then welcome. Skip everything in this note and continue to the story. I hope you enjoy.However, if you follow me, or even if this is your second story of mine, I want to give a brief explainer. All my stories take place in the
It was late morning on a cold and gray December day when Matt saw his dad’s Mercedes SUV pull up to the front parking spot of his college dormitory. Matt threw his luggage bag over his shoulder and trudged out through the freshly fallen snow. His dad got out of the SUV, gave him a
“College is where dorks go to have sex with other dorks.”Mike Birbiglia”What does Jamila do for a living?” I asked him, as we spent a lazy late-summer Saturday morning in his apartment. He had made Turkish eggs for breakfast, fried in butter and drenched in a thick, salty yogurt sauce, and drizzled with more butter
Damian Saunders’ estate house was like something you would see on a television show, not a real place. His home was gigantic and magnificent. The granite chipped driveway went on for what felt like miles. For the house it was equally impressive, white marble pillars and lintels were everywhere. All over powering when we pulled
They were classmates, Robert and the two women whose names were Lenore and Christie. They sat together, in the back of the room, while Professor Hilroy went on and on about sociology. The lectures were a little dry but he’s get excited when students would raise their hands to make points in class so it
Hey guys. So, yes, this is a True Story, with a little embellishment. Names are changed for obvious reason. I suppose I should start with READ THE TAGS. If this is not your kind of story, don’t read it. Thank you. Other than that, I hope this to be the beginning of a small series.
20 years ago, when Jack and I met we had what I would call a very vanilla sex life, we had 4 children together and enjoyed each other when we could. Our sex life was enjoyable yet predictable, we dabbled in some light BDSM and I guess I have always enjoyed a bit of kink
“I think a relationship is like a shark. It has to constantly move forward, or it dies,” said Alvy Singer, Woody Allen’s gloomy alter ego in his classic film Annie Hall. I’ve thought a lot about that quote over the years, and to this day I’m still torn as to the truth of it.As dating
I enjoy gay fiction, but lately, I’ve been experimenting with supernatural gay fiction. This is my first part of the first story, I hope you guys like it. Please leave me detailed comments, so that I may improve 🙂 Desmond Riley huffed the last bit of his cigarette before stuffing it into the trash can
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………she was my sister, i kept repeating that…. i had to… She and i would take a shower together, and i would watch the water slide off her tall, tanned body. she had perky breasts with small round nipples, a big bubbly butt that shook, and quivered every time she moved. she was a foot
Bill Jackson sat and looked around his office. At 39 years old, most people would have thought of him as a great success. As head of the legal department for a major corporation, he had all the trappings of success, large office, big paycheck and dedicated staff of lawyers and support personnel. And until 18
Obsession with Granny and old ladies – part 2.It is now evening and granddad has come home, he asks if we have had a good day and if anything interesting happened.I avoid the question for a while as I think of an appropriate response. Fortunately grandmother replies, “Well it was the group coffee morning and
“That’s the last box little brother!” yelled Lynn, dumping the packing box on the floor.”Thanks sis, you’ve been great.” shouted Dan.Lynn, 38, was helping her younger brother Dan, 34, move into his new flat, which was just around the corner from her own. They hadn’t seen each other often in recent years, as Dan had
We woke Tuesday and decided to call Jim and Mark, and have them bring a few guys from the beach to the house today, around lunch time, we had already sent Rick a sms telling him to arrive about 10. Grant and I were ready, when Rick turned up, so we told him to use
We head towards the hotel where Russel and Lauren are already waiting for us. As opposed to the previous fuck session we had with Liam and Rachel, this time I haven’t talked about it with Russel beforehand, and it also seemed like Russel is the one that is more into it, not Lauren.As we head
Ellen was nearly at the end of her 2-week stay in Gran Canaria. Her college friend Suzy had flown back to Manchester the day before leaving Ellen on her own for the last few days. Ellen strode down to the dunes at Maspalomas in her black tie-up bikini with white shorts over the bottoms, her
Sasha and Winter explore Hartford, get new weapons and armor and Sasha has fun with a prostitute. And they finally leave Hartford on another adventure Winter runs over to Sasha and is curious about what she is yelling excitedly about. She walks over and Sasha hands her a birch bow and a quiver of arrows.
MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART – 30TRIAL ROOM TO BED ROOMIt was not any special occasion but my husband wanted to buy a sexy dress for me. After his return from office in the evening, we went to nearby shopping mall which is situated at walking distance from our home.He was holding my hand with love
My name is James Stone. I’ve always thought of myself as a bit of a coward, and this is the story of how I learned to have a bit more confidence in myself.I hadn’t always known or been sure if I believed in destiny or not. Growing up, I had my fair share of existential