This is a story I wrote for a good friend last year. Sadly, he and I have lost touch and I miss him terribly. But, I wanted to finally share it rather than let it just collect dust. Probably not my best work, but very personal to me. Enjoy. I see you from across the room. It’s always the same. That little jump in my pulse when I first see you, the smile that always comes to my face. I see you smile too, with that knowing...

We hadn’t seen each other in months. The end of my “relationship” with Michael had been pretty ugly. We had been reduced to arguing every moment which resulted in many things being left unresolved. There was too much anger, too many hurt feelings. On this particular night, I’ve gone out with a few friends to a local pub. It’s one of those places that are off the beaten path and unless you’re a local, you wouldn’t even kno...

We’d had the discussion before. Hunter considered himself bi-sexual. He’d had plenty of fantasies about other men, but he always said he liked women more. He’d had experience with other men years ago, but it never went as far as penetration. We’d talked about masturbation a lot, and even shared some experiences together. I knew about his favorite “toys” and how they made him feel so completely filled. But even though he l...

It’s been a long day. Work was crazy and nothing had gone as planned. The strains of being in management had worn on me as it always does when truly difficult decisions have to be made. When I finally get home I can think of nothing but crawling into bed and sleeping. Nothing else matters. Not dinner, not cleaning. Nothing. Everything else will just have to wait a couple of hours. I walk in the front door and kick off my...

The room is dark. Just a hint of light from the streetlamps filling the room. I hear the door open, but I can’t see who it is from the bed. I call out, but there’s no response. I see him enter the room, and I immediately know. I know his shape. His movements. His scent. I sit up to greet him, but he’s already at my side, his lips crushing mine with a kiss. Our tongues tangled together in a lustful battle, I reach up to wr...

I guess you could say that there had been months of foreplay. Stolen kisses, brief encounters with barely enough time to feel the heat of each other’s bodies, passing touches, knowing glances. Always wondering when we’d meet next, knowing it would be just long enough to feed our fantasies some more. Always teasing, tempting, and arousing. On this day, I see a glimpse of him as I enter the building. He sees me passing thro...