I am a horny morsel. I can't wait until I find the man I need. I have to feel a man next to me. I am wandering through the streets of Calgary. I feel the need, but there are no REAL men in sight. A few trolls peer out from behind the trees and stare at me through the cracks in stall doors. I wander uncontrollably. Searching. Always searching.
encounters
Morsel Cock Sucker
Mortorcycle Riding
The grey asphalt blurs under the wheels of the motorcycle, the yellow lane markers strobe past us and the flat prairies slowly rotate by like a slow motion movie. There isn't another vehicle on the road, with the exception of us. We're traveling west, west from the pathetic jobs of the east - from the life crowded by the demands of our time.
farm
Motel Mattress
He rolled over, trying to ignore the throbbing in his cock, but was unable to return to sleep. Quietly, he sat up and climbed out of the bed. He had just plowed his girlfriend Jess a few hours ago on this cheap motel mattress, but now he was up again. This time, though, he wanted to push his throbbing tube into someone else.
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Motel Spa Men
I kick with my feet in the frothing hot spa water and my trunks ride the jet stream to the surface. Slap them onto the concrete beside the spa. Feels mighty fine to be buck naked in the hot water. The motel pool/spa room closed at ten. But when I tried my room keycard, the green light blinked and the door opened. I kept the lights off so as not to be noticed. Then I have the place to myself.
masturbation
Motorcycle Commando
He screamed, having just gotten wiped out three hundred points short of his highest score. Jason reached into the pocket of his baggy shorts to pull out another token and noticed one if classmates, 18 year old Billy, enter the arcade. "Hey Billy! Sup?" Jason asked. "Oh, not much," the buzzed-cut red head replied. "I just crapped out on this game."
sci-fi/fantasy
Mountain Man Muscle Bear
The hill I was on crumbled under me and I felt myself sliding through branches and over rocks as the mud carried me down. All I could do was scream "Help!" knowing there was no one around to hear me. My head hit a tree and I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a cabin. The rain had stopped. A fire was crackling in the fireplace and a warm comforter covered me.
farm
Mouth To Remember
My first slave boy was a rare and wonderful find, and I'm forever grateful for the time we had together. The following is reminiscent of those days. He was the perfect little slave: preparing my meals, doing my laundry and playing the part of Daddy's cum slut so fabulously. I loved to hear him make noise, his enticingly feminine alto revealing his desire.
relationship
Movie Fantasy
I'll spread a soft quilt or blanket on the floor so that I have plenty of room to stretch and be free; I want my fantasy lovers to have it all. How about putin' on a porn film, preferably one with young guys, smooth or lightly hairy bodies, athletic, just for some company. Love to see them sucking and fucking; if they're good they can have me, too. Ready to start the fun.
encounters
Moving In And Getting Fucked
"Live and let live" was definitely the motto in the formerly elegant, now run-down neighborhood. He planned on enjoying the few weeks before his job began at the aircraft plant. He looked forward, too, to working alongside all those men. Jerry met Casey late one might when he was moving in. I'm moving in.
beginnings
Moving to the Suburbs
Yes, thats right were moving, my dad is a high class lawyer and his job is sending him to a law office in California because it gives him a chance to become senior partner at one of the most prestigious law offices in the world. I'm 17 years old going to be a senior in highschool, have my own car, and did I forget to say I'm Bi-racial. My mom was white with blond hair, and my dad is black.
interracial
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