Day One, Link One

Day one, link one

Groggily, I opened my eyes to see a waterbug happily crawling about in the corner. It kept hitting its head, as if there was a hole. Then he skidded along the trim, as if he had one too many. Looking around the room I recognized nothing. Where was I? Why was I here? Naked white walls encased me. A single window with closed blinds was directly across from me. An empty desk with a chair was by the door. Where did it lead? My head pounded like it been attacked by a legion of tiny men with hammers. I looked around the room to see where the little bastards went. It was one thing to attack me, but at least have the balls to face me afterward; I felt cheated. To cap things off, I had an odd taste in my mouth like I'd been french kissing a dump truck. My jaw played this peculiar melody of cracks and pops as I yawned.  Rubbing my face, I discovered a beard long past the need of trimming. I sat up wondering what the hell happened. I had a strong urge for a smoke, a cup of java, and a little loving. However, by looking at my surroundings I figured the first two were a maybe and the last was out of the question, but there is always hope. I heard a muffled scraping sound, like something was being dragged across the floor. I saw the top of a head and two beady eyes peeking through a transom. Someone yelled, then I heard a thump against the door as my peeping tom jumped down, fucking perv. 

My body felt heavy, as if someone was sitting on my shoulders. I was able to stand, but walking seemed to be something else entirely. My feet felt were as though I was wearing cement shoes.  Shuffling my feet forward stopping every few steps to steady myself, I made my way to the desk and leaned against it. Voices streamed into my room. I heard a woman screaming and another singing about a ticket to ride a double dutch bus. I rifled through the drawers to find a clue, but they where empty. Carefully, I headed towards the door. Not sure, if I wanted to let that world into my space, but I needed answers.  Where was I? How long I had been here?  Finally, I made it to the door and opened it. No way was I ready for what I saw. 

The Super

Dawn came sooner than expected. It felt like I just closed my eyes, but the clock on the wall told a different story. Each night it’s a crap shoot, whether you get enough sleep. Too much you feel like crap; too little and you feel just as bad. So you ride the wave, taking what you can get. Preparing yourself for the madness that morning brings. Hopefully, you have gotten enough to deal. For five years, I have lived in this dusty one bedroom apartment that I pay entirely too much for. To catch a break on the rent, I double as the super. Yeah, I am pretty handy with a pair of vise-grips, a roll duct tape, and can of WD-40. It had been reasonably quiet in the building until about six months ago.

That’s when this stubby sort of a man in 4B, starting giving me grief. Normally, I have nothing against stubby people, I've known a few of them over them the years and generally, they are pleasant people. However, this jackass needs to be shot.  Oops, I promised my mother I would give up profanity for lent. Well, stop shaking your head. Giving up profanity happens to be a big deal for me. So there …. 

Hunted

To look at him you would have never guessed it. Those captivating eyes with a majestic gaze, tanned skin, and sculpted frame. He had his pick no matter where he went. Over a dozen women fell prey to his charms before he was discovered. There was an evil that lurked inside of him. Normally, I would worry about him and his actions. Normally, I would chalk things up to fate. Until he picked the wrong women. My sweet, sweet Marlie she never done anything to anyone. Now, his soul better belong to Jesus, cause his ass belongs to me.  

Famished - Restructure (WIP)

Author note: This is a segment of my current erotic project. Like so many of our stories it started with a picture. A very talented writer sent me a short take on the picture. From there, I was able to conjure up this tale. Like I always say ... sometimes in the words of others, when can sometimes find our own. I hope you enjoy it

“Honey, this is Silvia. We were together a long time before I met you.”

“So this is the woman you left for me?”

Sophia smiled warmly, “Yes, honey this is the woman. “

I sat there for a few seconds before answering. I thought about my good fortune and suddenly I felt the warmth of pride swelling in my chest.  

“It is lovely to meet you, Silvia”

She smiled, “It is lovely to meet you as well. I always wondered who was the gent, who stole my girl?”

I began to chuckle and the girls joined me. We sat there talking about our lives and the things people talk about while they are in public. Sophia, hand taken my hand and scooted closer to me.  A waitress came by and took our order. Then it started,

“So Sophia, Yusuf must have an impressive cock.”

Sophia blushed, as she sipped her wine, “Yes he does.”

“I figured as much I remember well how you loved to suck a nice cock. So much in fact, I often wondered if you were into women at all.”

 Sophia looked at me for a second, “I believe I demonstrated my commitment.”

“Yes dear, you have quite the talented tongue. I am getting moist just thinking about how well you used it.”

I completely understood what Silvia was expressing my cock had begun to stiffen in response to the conversation. Sophia’s face was crimson. Her eyes sparkled and she rubbed her hand up and down my thigh. Before long she had reached my erection and smiled. Silvia watched us and spoke

“Tell me Yusuf, is this talk about her tongue exciting you?”

I nodded no, but Sophia quickly corrected me.

“He is as hard as rock.” Sophia explained

“Be a darling, and suck it for him.” Silvia suggested

Sophia eyes sparkled at Silvia’s suggestion. Her hand continued stroking my cock through my pants. If I didn’t get relief soon I was going to explode. Perhaps, I could excuse myself to the restroom and rub one out. It was too risky I could get caught. Sophia slowly unzipped my slacks and pulled out my cock. She stroked it slow and deliberate. I leaned back my head enjoying the sensation when I heard Silvia speak up.

“Sophia, you are stroking his cock, aren’t you? … you naughty bitch”

Sophia smiled and continued pleasuring me, “There was a time when you enjoyed my naughty side.”

Silvia licked her lips and drop her hand between her legs, “I still do, love.”  

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Castles and Dreams

I desperately needed a vacation. My truck had broken down on the interstate and I left my wallet at home so I could call AAA. So I called my girlfriend. She rescued me 20 minutes later. Once we returned home I sat on the couch and started thumping through a travel magazine. Oh, how I wanted to me barefooted walking through the ocean of grass. So relaxing. My girlfriend cleared her throat, then I noticed her breasts were out called to me. My member began to stiffen, as took her nipple into my mouth. Now I just needed the castle.