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Saturday, July 7th, 2007
Damn, was I glad when five o’clock finally rolled around on that Friday afternoon. I’d been working long hard hours for weeks since my department was so understaffed. The only light at the end of the long dark tunnel was my upcoming vacation. My girl frirend and I were accompanying her office co-worker and brother to Cancun, Mexico for frolicking in the sand and sun. I’d never met the siblings before and, although we’d tried to get together prior to the trip to get to know one another, my grueling work schedule failed to allow it. So it wasn’t until that Saturday morning at the airport that we finally all met. Was I ever impressed when I was introduced to Darielle.
She was abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. Tall with long shapely legs, tight little waist and big bazzoos bouncing out of her thin top, nipples hard from the airport air conditioning and pressing out at me invitingly. And that was just her body! Her face was equally attractive with those high cheekbones, full bee-sting lips and impressive cat’s eyes framed by a long wild mane of dark hair. She was of Puerto Rican and Italian descent, so her skin was a rich dark complexion—and we hadn’t even hit the sun yet! I couldn’t wait to see this cutie in her bikini! Why the fuck she was with her brother, and not a male admirer, was beyond me. This dame could have had any dick she wanted! My girl friend’s naiveity at putting me in the same country as this hard-throb for even one week totally astounded me. Don’t get me wrong. Kathleen (that’s my girl) is no slouch in the looks department either, but she’s tacked on a few pounds over the past year and couldn’t even begin to measure up to Dari on the body meter.
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Friday, July 6th, 2007
Jake Weston had absolutely no idea how drastically his life would change when he muttered those dreaded words “I Do.” Almost thirty years old, he thought his life was on an upward spiral. Just recently there had been a promotion at work, complete with private office and personal secretary—not to mention a hefty salary increase which propelled him into a much higher tax bracket. The boss’ most valuable clients were entrusted into his capable hands and Jake proved himself worthy of the big man’s faith. His most recent physical had shown him to be in perfect health. He had friends; he had family. He had it all! That is — until Alana came along.
Alana—with the long legs up to her whazzo; Alana—with the tiny little waist; Alana—with the thick mane of silky hair; Alana—with the heaving bossoms. He’d met her one night at the hotel bar while on a business trip. They’d fucked their way into dawn and then parted company. He thought that was the last he’d ever see of her until she showed up at his office months later—her belly revealing her obvious condition. He’d knocked her up and now she expected him to do the honorable thing.
Jake wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of marrying a one night’s stand and playing papa to their bundle of joy—but neither was he an unconsciencable bastard. They flew out to Vegas to get hitched and returned home after a brief honeymoon to begin their married life. Alana very quickly began to show her true colors. She was a lazy bitch who lounged around the town house all day watching soap operas and talk shows while she snacked on bon bons. Although he tried to caution the beauty about her weight, Alana decided that since she was expanding with baby weight it didn’t much matter what—or how much—she ate.
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Monday, July 2nd, 2007
I was making between $150 to $300 in cash each night. Dancing and striping was big buck$ and it had all started without really thinking about it. It just took some luck, serendipity, and a cock that gets hard whenever I’m naked in front of other people.
I had been looking for a summer job. I needed to make a few bucks between my senior year in high school and my freshman year in college. Living in a small tourist area on the Jersey shore makes it a easy to get a job but most of them pay minimum wage. I just didn’t feel like making “chump change” for my summer job. I found a bus boy job at a local bar/restaurant. The pay was good and the waiters would give you a split on the tips. In fact the tips were real good.
There was live entertainment each night. Some of the bands were good and others sucked. Wednesday night was “Ladies Night.” It was “Women Only” because the club brought in a some male dancers. It was a real popular night with all the employees at the place because the crowd of ladies tipped well as they got rowdy and drunk, enjoying the dancers.
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Saturday, May 26th, 2007
Chapter 1
At the botanical garden, Johanna takes a picture of a
purple orchid growing out of water. From the green stem rising
out of the stream, spiked, purple petals emerge, some reaching
for the sun and others towards the banks. In the centre the
flower is yellow. She knows that if she could see further into
the swamp, the roots would touch the ground. The flower blooms
from soil and water into the sunlight. Johanna wants
desperately to take the rare flower back to her lover but she
believes in the balance of nature and does not want to up-root
either one.
She hates computers but loves what they can do. She sits,
as if in her father’s arms, in the large leather chair in his
study. She uses his computer to magically send two of the
pictures she has taken today to Leslie. The second one was
taken when she arrived home from the garden: a plaid skirt lying
on her bed.
The saleswoman watched her suspiciously as she took the
skirt out of the store, knowing it was much too small for
Johanna. But apparently that was the point.
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Friday, May 25th, 2007
His school contained the rich and the poor; people of
different races. He went to a public school where everybody
dressed and spoke differently because individuality was
encouraged - but only up to a point. Despite everybody’s
differences, there was always something that linked them back to
everybody else. But this link did not extend to Sean. He did
not socialize much at school, but at the same time he did not
disrupt class, vandalize school property or start fights in the
hallways. He was quite happy being the way he was - to him, it
was not important to have many - or any - friends.
He was not into sports, so he was not well-liked by the
jocks. He was one of the most beautiful boys in school (this
won him many admiring looks from the female population), so he
was not liked by the lonely. He dressed well and drove an
expensive car, so by the intellectuals of the school he was seen
as “trying to be cool,” but not to an extreme because the “cool”
kids did not like him either. There were countless other groups
in the school, each with their own reasons for not including
him.
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Saturday, May 19th, 2007
Dave and Sara were having one of their typical vacations: they were hopelessly lost! No one could call it a guy thing and blame Dave. Nor could anyone blame Sara. The first time driving anywhere both of them were equally inept at following directions. They came to Florida from up north and were only trying to find the beach. It was night, and the city was new to them. They weren’t used to the smell of salt in the air; which was everywhere, so heavy that the van’s windows were shut and the air conditioning was on. They didn’t have a street map so there was really nothing to follow and they were lost.
After 19 years of marriage Sara found out Dave was bisexual. Instead of kicking him out of the house right away, Sara did the intelligent thing. She did some research and discovered that such a thing wasn’t as uncommon as she thought, and decided to see if she could live with it. The result so far was a tremendously spiced up sex life for both of them, and tonight they wanted to do some fucking on the beach. If they could only find the fucking beach!
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Friday, April 13th, 2007
I was on the internet one day and came across a porn site that was somehow connected to my usual sites. On this site there was this awesome looking guy named the MILF Hunter. He basically found women in his area and fucked them for the camera. The Hunter himself was gorgeous. He is about 5′8″ and has a nice furry body, light brown hair and usually wears a goatee. 7 inch beautiful cock and big juicy balls. I had to become a member just so I could see his awesome body as he fucked these women mercilessly. I mean he has a power fuck that’s even better than straight stud Mark Davis’. This boy doesn’t stop when he power fucks someone. It actually looks rather painful. But I wanted him. I found out that he actually filmed here in the Fort Lauderdale area. So I decided to Hunt him down. I had to have this stud because I found myself whacking off every night to him.
I wanted this man so much that I decided to find him and get him. So I headed for Fort Lauderdale beach where he seemed to be most of the time in those videos. I was there every weekend for 2 months before I finally saw him. He was right on the beach trying to pick up another mommy to fuck silly with that hot big cock of his. He was wearing khaki shorts and a white tank top. He was pretty short, about 5′8″ but with a really nice body. His furry arms looked yummy as he waved them around. His nice legs called to me to lick them. His ass confined in those shorts was the most inviting.
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Wednesday, April 11th, 2007
The duplex apartment they lived in was empty when Jody came in at midmorning from class. He went out the front door and across the porch to the adjoining duplex unit to see if Linda might be having coffee with Nancy Martin, their next door neighbor. Nancy answered his knock with a “come on in” call, and he entered and followed her voice back to the kitchen. She was on the phone talking and motioned him to pour himself a cup of coffee and have a seat.
He sat sipping coffee and admired her as she concluded the call. She was wearing a pair of blue jean cut-offs and a tee shirt with her hair tied up in a bandanna and wasn’t wearing any make-up. Even so, he found himself - not the first time - somewhat turned on by her. She was very fresh in her lack of make-up and other pretense and, with her lissome but nevertheless adequately rounded figure, he found her rather sexually exciting.
She concluded her call and joined him at the kitchen table with her cup of coffee. “H’lo, Jody. What’s going on?”
“I thought Linda would be home when I got back from class, and when she wasn’t I thought she might be here.”
“Well, she was here earlier, but I think she was gone grocery shopping.”
“Oh. Okay. Is Rob around?”
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Sunday, April 8th, 2007
Sitting in the dark in Flora’s steamy Chinatown apartment, I was hot, sweaty and pissed off. My place was being fumigated and she had offered me her apartment for the night while she was away giving a lecture. When I let myself in, however, I found an apologetic note about a broken air conditioner which couldn’t be fixed any earlier than the following afternoon. I hate the heat and was now sweating like a pig on this unbearably hot New York City summer night.
The apartment has two large windows facing a small interior courtyard. The useless air conditioner filled one of the windows so all I could do was throw the other window wide open. Doing what I could to minimize my discomfort, I turned off the lights, stripped down to my underwear and sat there in the dark.
I had met Flora Chang a month earlier in a les bar in SoHo. She was sipping a beer and wearing a tight red silk dress with Chinese characters on it. It was slit all the way up and revealed a pair of long gorgeous legs.
For reasons I have never quite understood, I have the hots for “women of color.” And this lady would be a knockout in any color. She had long shiny black hair, deep olive skin and a pretty face featuring a tiny nose, a sensuous mouth and dark Asian eyes. I was drawn to her like a magnet.
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Friday, February 23rd, 2007
The four of us have been “yachties” in the bay for a long time. Anne and I sail I, Blythe Spirit, a 37-foot cutter. Jim and Teri have a 41-foot ketch they call Luv Bote. We often spend our weekends rafted together at Acala Cove or some other fairly secluded on Angel Island or the Tiberon Peninsula. As soon as we are securely anchored and rafted, the “cocktail” pennant is hoisted and we adjourn to Luv Bote’s salon. Whenever we have a three or four day weekend we sail up to a cove near Drake’s Bay near Point Reyes. We found the cove while hiking in the Point Reyes headlands. It is accessible only by sea and by the few hikers who make it to the camp site a mile or so away. Few boaters seem to know about our cove because we are always alone there, unless we bring some landlubber friends. The nights are often pretty cold, but the days are warm and sunny and it is quite nice for sunbathing.
The last time we were there, we put out fishing lines and crab pots to catch our evening meal and shucked our clothes to catch some rays. Once the sun was over the yardarm, we enjoyed gin and tonic all around.
We swam ashore to lie on the beach an pick blackberries in the hills above the cove. The crop was particularly good — loads of large, sweet fruit and only the birds to eat them. We had brought an old, crank-style ice cream maker, along with cream and sugar for makings and rum for added flavor and zest. We made a large batch of rum swizzles to drink while Jim and I cranked the ice-cream.
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Tuesday, February 20th, 2007
The trip has taken weeks of planning, and we were finally on our way. After dropping one car off at the trailhead near the crest of Carson Pass on Highway 88, we drove around to the Sonora Pass trailhead on Highway 104. We had allowed two weeks to hike the 75 or so miles back along the Pacific Crest Trail. The stretch we were hiking is well maintained and lies between 7,500 and 10,000 feet elevation. At a pace of seven to ten miles a day we could have shorter hiking days and enjoy the beautiful scenery without the need to hurry. The trail is well used, but even at peak season you might see only one or two other parties a day.
The weather was beautiful with crisp, cool nights and balmy warm days. Though they are quite weighty, we pack a dome tent and double sleeping bags. The extra comfort would pay for the added work, and we allowed for short hiking days. There are many small lakes along the trail, and we hoped to augment our trail rations with native golden trout and berries.
By the time we got on the trail the first day it was already past 2 PM, so we hiked only a couple of miles before we looking for a camp sight. About 4:30 we found a rock outcropping with a grassy basin that looked out toward the west. It was beautifully clear, and we could see Mount Diablo and the Coast Range poking up through the haze over the central valley. We ate dinner watching a spectacular sunset and slept under the stars and nearly full moon.
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Tuesday, February 20th, 2007
Anne and I had belonged to Alternate Lifestyles several years earlier, but hadn’t been active for a long time. When we heard that their annual conference was to be held nearby, we decided to renew our membership and acquaintances. One of the more interesting events scheduled was an erotic costume ball. Anne has always been a bit of an exhibitionist, so we decided to make an event of it. She invited a couple of friends, Teri and Leah, to join us as a slave trader and his slaves. When they heard Anne’s kooky scenario for the ball, they avidly agreed.
The three women created harem outfits of batiste — bottoms, tied at the waist and gathered at the ankles, with boleros tied over their breasts. With this very sheer material, the effect was start-lingly erotic. I was to wear a similar pair of loose pants and fashioned a penis-handled quirt to “punish” them when they were disobedient. We made reservations at the hotel so we wouldn’t have to appear on the street in costume and could be creative in our outfits.
The four of shared a suite with two bedrooms and connecting sitting room and bath. Each of the bedrooms had a king-sized bed. The sitting room had its own entrance and a wet bar (which we stocked with a good selection drinks), and a queen-sized hide-a-bed. This arrangement allowed us privacy if we wanted it, while still making it easy for conviviality. The conference was on a holiday weekend and the ball wasn’t until Sunday, but there was a Friday night get-together and various symposia on Saturday and Sunday.
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Tuesday, February 20th, 2007
A group of us from the GROK FLOK took an Easter Rebirthing Seminar at the Essalen Institute one year. Our friends, Kevin and Karla shared a meeting room floor with several others, but Erika paid for the privacy of a separate room. Essalen is a New Age growth facility overlooking the Pacific Ocean in the Big Sur Mountains of California. The food is all vegetarian, and they don’t allow drugs of any kind, including tobacco and alcohol. Clothing is always optional and is usually left in your room on arrival. The intent is that leave your day-to-day cares with your clothing and you get high on life and what you are doing.
Much of the weekend was spent in communications exercises that focused on the inner self and rejuvenation. Between the facilitated exercise sessions, we had breaks to spend in the hot tubs and for massage. The facility has a natural hot spring that has long been used for recreation, health, and spiritual purposes. The local Essalen Indians used them long before we came to the area. In the early 1900s, it was made into a health resort and a row of concrete tubs was built to allow soaking. Water comes from the springs at about 130F and cools a bit as it flows along an open channel to the tubs. The tubs are separated into two rooms, which at one time were to segregate men and women, but with the advent of Essalen Institute, they are designate areas for talking and silence.
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Monday, February 19th, 2007
If you take Highway 1 out of San Francisco, through Pacifica and Half Moon Bay, you’ll see a large orange flag at the entrance to a parking lot, just before you reach the San Gregorio State Beach entrance. Pull in there, pay your modest parking fee, climb down the path to the ocean, and you’ll find a beautiful stretch of beach that is only accessible from the state beach at very low tide. I used to stop there for an hour or so when I was driving all over the area ads a service engineer.
The place is so popular with gays from San Francisco that it’s often called Cock Sucker Beach. While the sun is usually quite warm, there is often a fair breeze that blows sand around rather briskly. Over the years little walls have been built of the rubble that collects at the base of the cliffs. The little rooms that are formed looked a bit like an Anasazi ruin, but they provide both protection from being sand-blasted and a modicum of privacy. As waves knock down the walls, they are quickly rebuilt.
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Saturday, February 17th, 2007
Upscale suburbia. Heavily wooded rolling hills. Winding, tree shaded avenues. Jags, and Beamers and Bentleys, parked ostentatiously in circular driveways. Free-form pools gracing verdant, manicured grounds. Maids and pool boys and gardeners. All the requisite status symbols. All a part of “The American Dream”.
Just five years ago, Justin invited me to make my home with him. To grab a piece of that American dream. To join him at his secluded estate in the heart of upscale suburbia. They’ve been the best five years of my life.
I look over at Justin. He looks so angelic when he’s in a state of total relaxation, as he is now. To see him in repose, you would never guess that he’s one of the most cut-throat litigators in San Francisco. His choir boy appearance masks his instinct to go for the jugular. That college boy look of innocence and naivete conceals a rapier intellect and an unerring ability to blindside an adversary.
Justin and I are lying together in bed. Both naked. I fucked him a few minutes ago. And he still has the vestiges of a contented smile on his face. He told me once that these are the moments he lives for. Basking in the exquisite intimacy. The warm afterglow of sexual love. The only time he ever feels fully relaxed.
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Monday, February 5th, 2007
Chapter 1
At last Peter and I had found our dream cottage. It was a super little place set in 5 acres just outside the small village. It had been built around 1850 and was a double story country house with three bedrooms, three living rooms a long dining room, plus the usual utilities. It required some renovation but the essential items would be restored quickly.
I loved the walled garden and the small grassed area just beyond separating the house from the orchard. We were supremely happy until Peter’s company in the city decided that he was urgently needed in their office in Singapore. I had accepted a part time position teaching at an exclusive school for young ladies just a bicycle ride down the winding road to the next village. That was pleasant on fine sunny days, but a real chore when the clouds rolled by and rain spoilt the day.
The Easter break that year was the latest the calendar could calculate, so I was pleased to hear on the radio that bright summer weather could be expected.
It was shortly after breakfast, whilst idly weeding some of the rose garden that I was surprised by the presence of five young scouts chatting on my grassed area. The biggest of the lads, a fine looking, indeed handsome youth made himself known to me. He sort permission for his troupe to set up their two tents on my grass as part of the training for their Baden Powell medals, or something such.
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Sunday, February 4th, 2007
My registered name, on my birth certificate, is Sirius Aquarius … However, all my life I have been called `Brat’ and really I love that name. Perhaps it suits me. I am now an 18 year old boy, but I grew up in a lesbian household. Both my `parents’ were female.
The earliest things I remember are having a loving early life with two people. I didn’t know then that my family was any different from any other family. We lived in a commune of sorts, but it was really part of the general community of this large town. What I remember most vividly is that one of my parents always wore a black leather collar around her neck and this collar had a series of long chrome spikes sticking out from it. Also this parent almost always crawled around our house on all fours naked.
She stayed at home all the time with me as a good mother should, but she really wasn’t my mother.
I was never told any of these things, and despite lots of questioning in my pre-teen years my questions were always left unanswered. When I was ten years old as I started to become curious about my body and other bodies. Then one day, still in my tenth year of life, I found a secreted cache of pictures and video tapes which I avidly focused on when I was able to see them without my families knowledge. They are now worth a fortune in the porn industry but I will never let them out in public. They are my heritage. They also answered many questions, but also raised many, many more and I gradually obtained answers over the ensuing years.
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Saturday, February 3rd, 2007
Annie had this feeling in her body. She couldn’t understand it and she was afraid to ask anyone, least of all her mother. Annie was now about to celebrate her thirteenth birthday and throughout her body she felt change. She noticed that her breasts were starting to swell and her nipples were enlarging and when she rubbed them they felt nice.
Then one morning as she was pissing she rubbed her finger over her puffy little cunt lips and felt the first sprouting of hair. She also noted with both alarm and delight that rubbing her fingers over her slit lips now felt good.
Since she was nine she had noticed men and boys cocks. She had looked at statutes and paintings and even ventured into some medical books at the local library. She really didn’t understand a lot of what she read, but she now knew almost four years later that she had started puberty.
Each morning she rubbed her little slit and found that her body tingled, sometimes almost alarmingly and on one occasions she actually shook with the intense pleasure that was developing.
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Friday, February 2nd, 2007
I was just 27 when for reasons that I will tell you later, I moved into this small but enlightened community back in the sixties. My career as a teacher had almost finished due mostly to the revelations from one of my students Heath, that he and I had been sexually involved. The lad had been 14 at the time and I had been smitten by not only his superior intelligence over his peers, but also by the large cock that swung between his muscled and well developed young legs. My far from virgin cunt often became overly moist as I looked admiringly upon this aristocratic young lad. His face was a picture of angelic proportions with his massed dark curls surrounding this clear fresh face and charming smile. His little upturned nose and small lips with the flashing light blue eyes just broke my moisture making openings in my cunt and I felt weak in the legs just thinking about his body in a naked state.
It was during a gymnastics school display that I had the freak opportunity to view his cock. He had been performing a series of tumbles and vaulting horse exercises when he caught his small tight white shorts on the edge of a seat opposite me. As he moved to join in a line up for an up-coming exercise his shorts ripped open on an edge of the seat and out flopped this large headed circumcised boy cock. He rapidly covered his log with his hands and raced away to put on an alternative pair of shorts. I watched him diligently thereafter and noted with excitement that the bulge in his new shorts was extremely large for a boy his age, which was just 13.
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Wednesday, January 24th, 2007
My roommate, Steve, had a lot of friends both guys and chicks and there were always people coming and going. It wasn’t unusual for me to come in and find him and some chick going at it on the couch, and if I was quiet, they’d ignore me while I went to my room or watched from the kitchen.
There were other nights when I’d come in and Steve would be involved in hand to hand combat in front of the television, watching fuck flicks. This usually got no more than a slowdown in activity as I passed, Some times he’d even say hi, between strokes. Some times I hung around the kitchen, making something I didn’t really want, to see how it all came out. It usually came out in a big way in Steve’s case.
One evening, while checking out his jerk off technique and messing with the microwave, he got right to the point, after I’d been there for a while.
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