“Hey Dylan, can you help me lift this box? I know it is supposed to be a one-man job but I am having trouble with my left hand and don’t want to drop it.” “Sure, Hank,” Dylan said, coming over to help him lift it onto a lower shelf. “How long have you been having issues with your hand?” “A couple of weeks. It feels a bit numb and at times it is hard to grip things. I know I should have it checked out but cannot afford to...

As Jake bounded up the steps, Ariana untied the sash around her robe. She slid it off her shoulders, letting it puddle at her feet on the porch. Jake gave out a wolf whistle as her naked body came into full view. He grabbed Ariana around the waist, his hand slowly moving down to cup her ass as he pulled her toward him. Jake leaned down and captured her lips, his tongue delving deep into her mouth to dance with her tongue....

Ever since Ariana had dropped that bombshell on him last Friday, he had been avoiding her. He knew he was wrong to do her that way, but he was so confused as to whether he wanted to give up his apartment and his two jobs to become a sugar baby…a kept man. After his mom died when he was thirteen, his dad pretty much “checked out”, so he had to learn to do things for himself. He liked being independent. She had called him o...

Jake stumbled into his small studio apartment, his eyes feeling gritty and burning from the smokey interior of the small country western bar where he bartended on weekends. He had been working there for three years, ever since his best friend, Rich, had talked him into moving to Florida to help him out in the bar he had just opened. During the week he worked as a lifeguard for the Sunny Vale Resort. Looking around his stu...

Santa, aka Justin, sat in his chair in the middle of Santa’s Wonderland, half-listening to the children while his eyes scanned the scurrying shoppers. Seeing a group of young women, he eyed them up and down, noticing that they kept giving him glances and were giggling. Although he couldn’t hear what the three girls were saying, he sensed they were up to something. It seemed to happen each year when he played Santa. That l...

I wander around the store doing my weekly shopping Watching the men picking out that perfect Valentine’s Day gift. It may be candy, flowers, a card, a stuffed animal Or combination of all four. Those women do not know how lucky they are To have such loving men in their lives That take the time to show them they are loved My heart aches and I want to cry As I have no one to shower me With love and gifts on this Valentine’s...

As Will pulled into the parking lot of The Western Steak House, he glanced around and noticed that there were not too many pickup trucks in the lot. Most were BMW’s, Mustang’s, Audi’s, etc. Pulling out his phone, he checked Ann’s text message to make sure he was at the right restaurant. He knew Ann was not a big steak eater and generally when they went out to eat it was at a restaurant that was a bit more family-oriented...

She laid there, blinking her eyes as she tried to adjust to the dimness of the room; the only light coming from the outside the room in what she figured was a hallway. When her eyes finally adjusted to the dimness she looked around the room. She saw a fireman’s coat and hat hanging on the wall, their boots on the floor underneath. Jordan threw back the sheet covering her and went to sit it. It was then she realized that s...

John padded naked into the bedroom, a cup of coffee in one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “Sip your coffee while I stroke. If you finish your coffee before I cum, you get this." “But what if I want you first?” She took a small sip. “Then you lose and no cock for you.” John stroked his magnificent cock. She took a sip. It is barely lukewarm as she knew it would be. He was as anxious for action as she was. As sh...

Football season how I hate you. You steal my man and I get no loving. I wait until half time to make my move. I walk in the room naked and yell, "Touchdown!" I pull your cock out of your jogging pants. And stroke you hard, then I straddle your lap, Taking back what is mine in twelve minutes. I ride you hard and deep, my pussy working your cum out. We reach the end zone with minutes to spare. Touchdown! Six points for the...

By the time Jazzy managed to drag her ass home Wednesday evening, all she could think of was a hot shower and bed. One more day, and then I am off Friday and Saturday. I cannot wait. Today seemed like everyone had to visit the emergency room. As Jazzy walked through the lobby of her apartment building, she stopped to check her mailbox before heading to her apartment. It had been a few days since she checked it, and she fi...

My man is not a bodybuilder The sexiest part of him is his very hairy body, from his chest to the nest his cock rests in I see him lying on the couch, his shirt wide open. His chest beckons me to rub my nipples on his fur mat He gives me a slight smile as he knows what he is doing to me just lying there I feel the familiar tingle, the juices starting to flow I straddle his waist, leaning down for a kiss. Time to get naked...

When Jazzy walked into her condo, she threw her keys and purse on the entrance table, kicked off her heels, and padded into the kitchen. Throwing open the fridge, she pulled out a bottle of water, uncapping it and taking a long drink. What in the hell was I thinking; going to that type of club is so unlike me. I was not brought up to be like that. Jazzy headed back into the entrance hall, carrying her bottle of water. She...

Jazzy was pacing around the living room, looking down occasionally at the ad she held in her hand, undecided if she should go or not. I am thirty years old and need what this club offers but what if I run into someone I know? That would be so embarrassing. Guess I could go online and check out some of those special internet dating sites. Jazzy, get a grip and go; if you don’t you are going to regret it. You are not going...

Dr. Gerard Kingston, Chief of Neurosurgery, strolled down the hall, chest puffed out, head held high like he was king of the world. Stopping at the nurse’s station where a lone nurse was putting in notes on the online charts, he leaned over and said softly but, “On-call room…now. I have a neuro problem I need to discuss with you,” and then he strutted off. She finished the chart she was working on, closed out the program,...