"The interview didn’t go as planned. It went a lot better than planned."
Melissa had entered my flat in the most confident manner that I have ever witnessed. She handed me her thin coat as she strode confidently past me over to the black leather chair; the same chair that I so memorably...
A knock is heard on her doorAnd with a smile of expectationShe leads him into the depths of no return.No finesse, no caresses,No love lives here.Listen...You can hear the pounding of the bedpostsAnd the squeeking of the springsAs his rampant...
"A friend of mine offered up his girlfriend to be interviewed and then told me to treat her right."
I was sitting in the lounge connecting some audio equipment when something nudged at my senses. I stopped fiddling with the audio cables and listened carefully with my head cocked to one side and my eyes scanning the room in...
Tell me,Am I to be compared to a flower On a summers Morn.Laid down in the softness of grassy banks,My petals, slowly unfoldAs your stalk, grows strong and demanding.Glimpses of each otherAcross inches of spaceAccompanied by a hint of desperation,And a...
Tell me - what is it that you want?On this wintry daySpitting cold mist and icy windsDressed in this full length coat.Belt, not threaded, but tied in a knot,What is it, that you want?Tell me - what is it that...
Oh! Those hot and wild nightsPicking gently at our foodSecond guessing those sexy thoughts...That play games inside our minds.Inviting you backAt the end of the nightThe offer of coffee, and perhaps a chat...Or unfinished business, with a smile.All kinds of...
"It was a pub like no other..."
About a year ago I found myself in Manchester. Part of its fame is Canal Street, which is a haven for gay men. The whole street comes alive at night and many blokes wander from bar to bar. My...
What is it about you,That makes my heart flutter.My body doth stirTo the beat of your tune.And with every note you play,And every rest you take,It feeds my hunger, 'til my dying day.In you I see Beauty, and the Beast.The...
"Tender waking moments that cannot be forgotten"
The first thing I am conscious of is how her knee slips along my thigh, her tummy presses slightly into my bottom, as she spoons into me. Then I feel the little kiss that she plants on my shoulder; right...
"Melissa, my wife, is a very naughty girl indeed, and now she has found a new hobby."
I was sat in my office, watching the depraved beauty, my wife Melissa, on the PC in front of me about to take a new cock. The bloke lifted his head from her soaked pussy, and from the view of...