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Nightbreaker011
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male
Canada

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Alice in Acidland

A flashback to the year 1968

This takes place in 1968 and is the story of Alice Trenton, and her trip through what some could call acidland. Alice stood about 5’9”, with blue eyes and medium length brown hair with red highlights. She had a slightly curvy body and wore a C-cup. She was an only child and had lost her mother a month before she met Lynda Wallace, who invited her to a pool party at the house of one of her Junior College teachers. Lynda ac...

Corrina

A narrative story with a twist

What kind of person was Corrina?Seems no one really knew her, not even herself. Some called her a whore, though she wasn’t, all she liked was fun and excitement and made it her life; in the form of one man, and one woman after another. And no one man or woman ever owned her in anyway or form, and she would not be anyone’s toy, except for one.She especially loved the strange and exciting world of lesbian sex and was an avi...

Close Your Eyes

This is for a friend of mine who was shot Friday or Saturday night. Hoping they pull through

Remember me, as I find myself alone in darkness knowing that I can’t turn away from what I must do, and there are a lot of things that words can’t say. So walk away and believe and try to see through my eyes, and you would probably lose your fears. The sun will remain, as will those winds of change blowing that can’t be explained. I know you will find a way, so turn and walk away for there is no way I can change my mind a...

November had set in, winter’s cloak was descending, and I was finally able to make the move that had been planned for a year. I managed to schedule the air travel to make a stopover enroute to my final destination up North where the winds hit heavy on the borderlines. Stopping over in Denver for a day, to meet someone whom I had met and had many conversations with in the past year, and knew I was moving to another place t...

A Free Ride in Norfolk

A requested true narrative story.

Sitting here, watching the wind whipping the falling snow with the temperature hovering in the low 20's, has my mind slipping back in time and feeling as though I were looking down a hallway of time past, traveling through the smoke from those fires of memory to a hot late spring Saturday afternoon. It is drifting back to the city of Norfolk, Virginia where cold irons bind and no deed ever goes unpunished.I was driving fr...

K2 - A Second Encounter

A Requested Sequel by Popular Demand.

Heading from the Coffee Shop the night I met K, I followed her to her apartment and parked near her and got out. She stayed in her car and was closing up her phone as I walked up to the driver's side. She lowered the window and I saw she was semi-clothed from our encounter at the old pumping station.She lowered her window and in the light of the security lamps, she undid my pants with no protest from me and freed my cock...

K - A Chance Encounter

A chance encounter at night turns into delightful dessert.

Sitting in a booth at a local coffee shop, I noticed a lone woman walk in. She had long blonde hair with a petite build. She sat at the booth across from me and I looked and noticed her eyes lock on mine. I kept glancing over at her and caught her looking away quickly once or twice. She got up to head to the bathroom and I watched her walk swinging her hips slightly. I played the usual guy game of trying to guess if she w...

An Early Dourado Sketch

A Narrative in Two Parts: Part 1: A True Fool's Errand

Sitting here feeling both the heat and the humidity rising at the end of summer, I feel as though I might be able to nearly hear myself sweat from the heat. I'm looking at something that was left behind from what I guess you could call my roommate. Which is causing my mind to slip back to the mid-summer of ’07, and what took place. I got off work and caught a cab to the airport to take a trip to Fresno, and then drove bac...

A Late Goodbye

A Narrative

"We don't need the ladies cryin' cause the story's sad" Driving along and in staring bleakly through the headlights as I drive into the night seeing lonely street signs, beer cans and power lines flashing by. And on the asphalt underneath lie crushed dreams and lies. Knowing that the Devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he’s dealt. With me not able to breathe easy now, and the trail has gone cold behind me. R...

Blue Light Fantasy

A Narrative Fantasy

Laying here and feeling the heat between my legs as the juices start to flow. I reach down and tease my hardening clit through my damp panties and think about the fantasy I came up with. The dream is me being at a bar or club where's there's dancing. I'm sitting down sipping my drink. A guy walks up to me and takes my hand, puts my drink down and leads me onto the dance floor. While out on the floor we don’t say a thing a...