Sobbing softly, I bury my face into my pillow, unable to bearThe breathless wonder, excruciating ecstasyOf having a man such as you, not just fucking me, but withEach breath and beat of his heart, oh! dear God, fucking me!What makes another man feast his...

In the dark, forbidden night, my wanton, feverish fleshCraves your hardness, reaching in and violating,Even as my greedy fingers curl around and clutch my own,Pursuing the carnal joys of getting fucked while masturbating.I hold my breath as your darling,...

Author's note: As with all the other stories in this 'Men I've Had' series, this is based on a true experience of mine.I was sorely disappointed. In an almost un-heard-of coincidence, my new-found fuck-buddy's family and my wife and the two remaining kids...

Part II When I'd caught my breath, and could move without ending it all, I held the watermelon firmly and began to slowly push myself deeper into the hole the broom handle had made for me. It was so warm! And tight, but really slick; I kept on pushing, ea...

 It was during the mid-eighties, I was in my late thirties; early that week, my wife made plans to take a trip (with all the kids) to see her folks about 200 miles distant, and it would be the first time in many years that I would be home alone for a full...