“You know what, Jerry, you can go fuck yourself!” The words echoed in a loop in his mind. Over and over again. The image of her angry but perfect face throwing the bouquet back at him as she walked away from him into the street. Then, the sudden spike of adrenaline when she got hit by the car - like something out of a movie. He sat in the break room nervously, click-click clicking his pen and jittering his leg. Sweat was...

“You like that young dick, yeah?” Dustin panted as the older woman bounced on him. Spank! “Say you like young dick, old maid, go on declare it, and this young dick is gonna make that milf pussy cum” Stasi’s eyes rolled in her head as she bounced like a rag doll on Dustin’s dick. Harris was watching laying on the bed next to them, idly stroking, waiting for his turn. But he may not make it, the sight of her bouncing on his...

The Butcher of North Versailles stood behind the counter of “Fromage a Trois” waiting for the last fifteen minutes of his Friday to be over. The smell of fresh-cut salami hung in the air as the Butcher began breaking down the slicers while absentmindedly thinking about what the weekend had in store for him. He was so deep in his thoughts that he missed the bell ringing above the door. Salami in hand, the Butcher turned to...

A gentle breeze stirred the cherry tree leaves as I sat outside on the garden decking. Relaxing on a hot summer's afternoon, the cool breeze was a welcome break from the heat, however brief it lasted. Flowers in bloom, the bees working overtime, birds on the feeders, chirping in the trees… “Owww… oh crap… dammit!” came an anguished shriek from next door, breaking nature's soundtrack. I had heard my neighbour out in her ga...

"Then Hayes said, 'Dental dam? Rub that wood with an eager beaver.'"Abbey smirked. "Next time, we can email her the invoice. I don't need an adult toy magnate inflicting my new employees with her puns. Even if she is my business partner.""Hayes isn't so bad." Cruz rose from the desk outside of Abbey's office. He slung his messenger bag over his shoulder. "I had fun this week.""You're doing an excellent job, Cruz. Have a g...

Crossing 45th Street with Eva. We’re friends. Close friends. Like me, Eva bats from both sides of the plate. Her words. Not mine.  Eva’s a baseball nut. Unlike me, she’s hot. Early 20s. Looks younger. Pert and pixie. Eyes follow her tight little ass wherever we go. Tonight it's our favorite hangout.  “Oh, my, God!” Eva stops in her tracks. I see what she means. A beautiful man. Six feet four. Probably more. Sculpted. Fine...

To say it was warm would be an understatement. It was June fifth and the first of many nights that would inevitably be spent in a constant layer of sweat. The windows were open, letting the droning of cicadas filter in, their sounds blending with that of the fans strategically positioned around the room to create a steady summer song. It was probably eleven or twelve at night. The sun had disappeared hours ago, yet every...

Bernie's House of BangersBernie's House of Bangers was a little, all-night diner on the corner of Riverside and Grove. It might as well have been on the corner of 'Nowhere' and 'Get Lost' for all the traffic it got. I'd driven by there a hundred times and never given it a second thought. It was only after a long evening of playing the nigh-shift Santa Claus at the local ‘Wally-Mart’ that I decided to give the place a shot...

A vinyl record chirps out the chocolaty smooth baritone of Nat King Cole and his 1960 album, The Magic of Christmas, as we’re processed, lifting the precinct’s normally dingy atmosphere to something almost magical. Thing is though, the steel cuffs around my wrists aren’t at all about that magical, ‘Deck the Hall,’ cheer. They prefer sucker punches of ball-busting reality and the sphincter tightening nature of repeated thr...

I wrote a quatrain just for you in hopes you'd fuck me all night through But must we follow rules and such fuck the rules 'tween your legs I'll touch. Pen in hand refreshed anew, I wrote a quatrain just for you. And so it goes when creative thoughtcan add to sex a masters thought. I ponder how the rules of rhyme are like you sucking me a second time.  I wrote a quatrain just for you to suck my cock and fuck me too. I than...

I guess I’m your average 21 year old. I go to school, work part time, have a bunch of friends, drink every now and again, and absolutely LOVE sex. I’d say I’m quite good looking. I stand at 6 feet tall, have shaggy blonde hair, and spend a decent amount of time in the gym. I get my fair share of women, quite easily as a matter of fact. Recently, I’ve started to desire older women, not too old, but maybe ranging up to 45....