A Really Good Mood

"The nice guy might be okay for a husband, but she needed her bad boy for fun."

With a spray of gravel, the ’66 Chevelle Super Sport sped away from the American Legion parking lot, raced down a narrow, blacktop access road, then slowed imperceptibly before making a tire-squealing right onto the main highway. The car quickly...

Cold air cuts across my chest as the door opens.  As usual, they enter without knocking and, as always, I ignore the breach of etiquette.  Being polite is a courtesy they offer to more welcome guests, so the show of...

Brett and Amber – Part II

"“Oh god that feels so good, guys. Fuck me, slam those goddamn cocks into me.”"

Brett walked back with me to my car. I tossed the cruise bag in the back seat.“Dirty linen?” Brett asked me.I couldn't think of anything to say other than, “Yes.”Inside the bag were cum soaked sheets and linens. Marcus and Leroy were empty of...