Paul has a fairly typical day with some good news - he gets promoted! Note: Be warned... this story is pretty off the wall. It was supposed to be my first true stroke story, but I don't think I pulled it off. <snickers>
A Man and his wife are sexually comprimised by another couple, their good friends. It opens the doors to new levels of sexual exploration for both of them.
To say that I had mixed emotions when Heather's slacker brother moved in to our basement suite would be too kind. I hated the idea. But Heather has this way of making me see things her way, and I don't think things will every be quite the same.
Lovers slip away from their spouses for an evening together, and begin a night of adventure with a sexy cab ride to a sumptuous meal at a rooftop restaurant.
A dim, dirty, sleazy arcade, smelling of sex and piss and cum and disinfectant. Finest kind. Jeff: older, big, black tee, tight faded jeans, boots and black leather jacket. Craig: younger, handsome, arrogant, the type who tops and nothing else, and never with old faggots. Craig wants a quick suck in his booth, or a willing ass for his cock. He gets more than he bargained for, more than he ever thought possible.