Last night the singer called. She was crying and when I asked her what was wrong she said she got a phone call from her father telling her that her mother had slipped into a coma and could I please come over and stay with her a little while. I said sure. I had a hell of a time finding parking in the singers neighborhood. It was Friday night. I parked near the Wharf and had an unfair walk to the singers apartment.

Sexy slick sweat Glistens wet on her brow Pert upturned breasts Scream out "look at me now" Glimpses of cold Alabaster white skin Pale with the promise Of what lies within Soft curly hair with Its promise of mound Wet lips so glossy And hark! Whats that sound? Moans carry quietly On thick smoggy air Fingers run gently Through long luscious hair... ...Not red exactly, her hair, more a deep orange, glinting in the reflection of the water and metal as the beams of passing traffic fragmented around us. Thick sucking sounds, the pungent smell of sex rising as she fingers herself, no shy girl this,

Life for Kevin was pretty much like everyone elses. He worked to , lunched with his coworkers and after work went home. But unlike others when Kevin went home he changed. Stripping naked, he lay on his bed and went to sleep for his hours of sleep. At am he awoke and ate and sat at the computer. He made his appointments then and waited. The sounds of traffic died away after and he began stretching.

She had stepped into the empty elevator, the doors had just closed and the car started to move when she felt the hands cup her breasts. Shed started to turn but was held by those hands and something pressing her from behind. The pressing began a slow gyration and she could feel the stiffening of a cock. Shed started to scream and glanced in the ceiling mirror -- there was no one in the car with her. Was she imagining this? If so her imagination was running wild and her breasts began moving as the hands

Nikki sat with his arms crossed, as if this gave some privacy from the men who hovered over him. The light reflected from the light silky hair on his arms, given a golden patina to his young body. He was violated and raw from the metal fingers that had recently inspected him, but he wasnt going to give them the satisfaction of knowing that. So he stared back, turning it into a game of wills, he forced his eyes not to blink, counting how many times they betrayed him like his body that sung into orgasm as soon as a hand touched him in his asshole. ......

Fred entered the Faculty Common room leisurely, never lifting his eyes from the piece of paper he was carrying. Jody took a few moments to admire the slim young man. Pretty young, anyway; Fred was and Jody . Fred looked up just in time to avoid the collision. He seemed a little frightened, but when he saw who it was, he grinned widely. Quickly, he glanced around in all directions.

I cried out as I pumped my juices into his mouth... Down his throat, humping against his face, holding him tightly against my exploding cock, grunting with each spurt of hot fluid, I felt the enormous release, the joy of completing an act I had only dreamed of until tonight. Finally, after a few small surges of cum, I was finally empty and he had sucked it all down, swallowed all my love juices. He looked up at me with wanton eyes, his hands still holding the cheeks of my ass in a death grip, his mouth still sucking on my still rigid cock, wanting

Introduction: Very few of the postings on Nifty are written in verse. And yet poetry enjoys a time-honored tradition in the history of erotica. After receiving a lot of positive feedback to three of my earlier Nifty postings "The Cowboy Song," "Seven Sonnets for a New Lover," and These six poems do not form a single sequence as in the previous posts; they were written at different times, under different circumstances, and employ different poetic forms. However, they share a celebration for the visual enticements of the male body. . DECEPTION Im in the closet everywhere. The world thinks I am straight. I know Im lying. I dont care. The benefits are great.

Barbara flinched at the touch of the rubber, then relaxed as the rippled surface caressed her anal ring in ways his fingers couldnt. She reached down to begin rubbing her clit as Mike pulled his shorts down, freeing his cock, and slowly slid it into her now-soaked pussy. He could feel the nubs on the butt plug through the wall of her vagina, and it added to the sensations of his being in the heat of her. He began to thrust in and out, holding the butt plug in place with one hand while he reached up to lightly pinch and twist her nipple with the other. She cried out in pleasure as he did this, and soon was working her ass back against him harder and faster as she became

Leo didnt understand. Not that he doubted the man; that somehow didnt seem possible. But an angel? The guy looked normal! Well, almost. There was something strange about him. An aura? Nah, angels dont have auras; thats some stupid New Age crap. In any case, there was something about him. "Did you understand me, Leo?" said "Leonardo, the Angel." "Err, no.