Revenge & Company

As Larry sat across from the man on the couch, he couldn’t believe that he was doing this, or that something like this was possible. He has heard about it through a friend over a week ago, and had spent many long hours on email and the phone to finally arrange this meeting. Bill, the man across from him, leaned forward and looked Larry in the eye.

“Are you sure?” Bill asked seriously. “This is the last and final chance to back out.”

“I’m sure,” Larry said with a deep breath and dropped the five one-hundred dollars on the table. He watched Bill pick it up with indifference. Like Larry, Bill was a student at the university. He was a senior and the head of one of the frat houses. To all outward appearances, Bill and his frat house was no different than any of the others. But two years ago, after discovering a very specialized need on the campus, the fraternity, most of them lawyers in training, started a secret club they called “Revenge & Company” to help those men in need. Larry didn’t believe the story when his buddy first told him about it, but now, sitting across from the president of the club, he knew it was real. Read the rest of this entry »

Rayne’s Addiction

I pulled into the parking lot of That Italian Place and looked for a space to park. It was a bit late for the dinner crowd, so there was plenty of room. I found a place rather near the door, parked, and headed into the restaurant.

I’ve always liked that restaurant. It has low lights, an intimate atmosphere, and soft music that had never been exposed to Barry Manilow or heavy metal. The food is great, too!

I went through the doors, and glanced around the room. I spotted the couple right away: Rayne: a tall lady with finely shaped features, and black hair shining with reddish highlights. If she were to stand up, you could see her perfect proportions. But there is more to her than looking can tell you: she’s a genuinely nice person, and a delight to talk to. Good in bed, too. Or perhaps I should say “great”! Then there’s Tam – sandy hair, slight build. Sitting at the table, he seemed to be the same height as Rayne. The couple was seated in a U-shaped booth on the left of the room. I sauntered over. Read the rest of this entry »

Nightsong Ch. 04

*Ch. 04 Finale - The Pleasure Swing*

The group had freshened up and was gathered on the balcony drinking champas when Wolf arrived, pushing a trolley load of hot refreshments. The view from the balcony was breathtaking. The moon still lent the night its beauty and far to the south the tireless beacon of a lighthouse swept the sea. Beneath the balcony was a lit spa pool in which an inlaid image of Chloe lay imbedded upon its tiled, terrazzo floor.

The heady scent of fresh makeup and Magnolias hung upon the summer night as couples mingled and engaged. Gale was standing by the parapet. Her perfect breasts, softly lit by moonlight had kept me aroused and wanting more of her. My pulsating erection stood pointing at the stars and my balls were big and full again. She flashed a seductive smile at me and I joined her. Read the rest of this entry »

Miss Julie Ch. 5

*Chapter 17: Julie realizes what she”s done*

Julie Jasper felt like she was floating on a cloud as consciousness began to creep on her, and she realized in her dreamy state that she was having a positively awful dream. It was like a nightmare, a nightmare of filthy, perverted sex. Like a picture that slowly comes into focus, Julie began to gradually become more aware of things. Something just didn”t feel right as she struggled to reach wakefulness.

Finally, her eyes opened painfully. As she rubbed her eyes, she was mystified by the large amount of crusty sleep surrounding her eyes. Then, she sat up with a start. Where in God”s name was she, and what was she doing there? As she looked around the room, she saw that this was definitely not the Kansas City Hyatt, which she knew had been her destination when she had left Dallas on Friday. Read the rest of this entry »

Southern Hospitality

*by greatkahn & Tepperchick*

War had not visited this part of the country for many years. It did not creep up silently nor did it suddenly appear. It was expected, almost welcomed by the citizens of the South. Men eagerly joined the forces of the Confederated States with gusto. Things had not gone so well for the rebels though. General William Tecumseh Sherman invaded Georgia with the firm intent of sending the state straight to hell. What he did not expect was the collateral damage caused by his men, in which no civilian, crop, or animal was spared. Read the rest of this entry »

The Stay

She slept on the flight into Oakland, only waking when the plane touched down, jostling her into consciousness. She caught a taxi and settled in for the brief ride from the airport to the hotel, wide awake after her high altitude slumber. As the cab pulled away from the curb she recalled the dream she’d had in flight, a rendezvous with a lover-no-longer. She had awakened warm with an uncomfortable nostalgia- leaving him had been the right thing for both of them, but such abstractions were no replacement for gentle caresses and a welcoming mouth to kiss… Read the rest of this entry »

The Shower & After

We have just finished making love, very passionate love, and we are wet with perspiration. We remain wrapped in each other’s arms as we catch our breaths. Then I start to doze.

After a few minutes, I feel you move off of me and the bed. Thru my sleepy haze I see you enter the bathroom, your beautiful breasts swaying with every step.

Then I hear the water start and the shower door close. I close my eyes, wanting to sleep a bit, but then thoughts of fondling, licking, and sucking your tits and hard nipples causes my cock to harden again. So I slide out of bed and wander into the bathroom Read the rest of this entry »

The Dressing Room

The room was filled with sunlight. It was almost white from the décor and the morning sun streaming in from the French doors. Lara sat at the mirror of her dressing table, applying makeup and perfume, her favorite and his, Paloma. Dressed in a flowered print skirt and soft white, linen blouse, she was waiting for him.

A breeze caressed her back as the French doors opened. The curtains rustled a bit but she did not turn. She was expecting this, smiled and waited.

Serge approached. He could see the outline of her bra through the white blouse. She had decided to be playful and the garment was a darker shade. Black? No. Pink or red maybe – yes, that’s it red. The straps have a satiny shine that is evident even through the linen of her blouse. Read the rest of this entry »

The Future Is Now

I was totally fed up with life. I quit my job, moved out of my apartment, gave away my cat, put all my stuff in storage and left America behind me. I can’t pinpoint exactly what led to this, but it was a growing sense of directionlessness and pointlessness.

One day I was sitting at my desk, in my office, in the crowded city, when I opened a magazine and saw the article that was my epiphany. It was about a guy who and rode his bike around New Zealand. He raved about the friendliness of the people and the beauty of the countryside. It could have been about Kathmandu, Xanadu or Timbucktu for all I cared. I was gone, that day I handed in my notice and two weeks later I touched down in Christchurch in the South Island of New Zealand. Read the rest of this entry »

Romancing John Cly

Valentine’s Day. Chick’s holiday. Another excuse for women to show off for their friends, like weddings and anniversaries. Hey, look at me, my boyfriend bought me… what… more jewelry? Expensive flowers that are going to die in a day? Chocolates in a heart shaped box—I don’t know why women like getting them so much, they won’t eat them anyway because it might make them fat.

And what do I get out of it? A card with little construction paper hearts pasted on it, painstakingly assembled Elmer’s glue so that the hearts fall off in a day or two, and God help Me if I throw them away. Then it’s a teary-eyed question of whether I liked the card in the first place or if I appreciate “anything” she does for me. Read the rest of this entry »