I'm not a fag. So why was I hard from that hand playing with my ass in the crowded elevator? And who hacked my email at work to ask if I'd had a hardon? He told me not to wear underwear the next day. Bullshit. I always wore briefs. But I didn't. And he played with me again. And now he says I have to go to a video arcade at lunch, and wait for his dick to come through the hole. Bullshit. I won't. Will I?
Lexi comes home from college to visit her father for Valentine's Day. She brings her boyfriend Ray, who studies exercise physiology with her. Together Ray and Lexi give Daddy a very, very special Valentine's Day massage.
I was inspired by the opening premise of Oliver Twist’s excellent “My double life as a whore,” where a surprise meeting in a hotel bar leads to many other things, to recount my own true story of my recent hotel bar adventure.
Real Estate agent John discovers a house that loosens the inhibitions and draws out the kinky side of its visitors. But sometimes, perhaps, inhibitions are best left intact. / (Reviews)