Learning The Ropes. Defense Attorney gets taste of how other half lives.
I sent my best friend to prison. Well, I didn't actually send him, but I might as well have. I'm a public defender. They don't get much lower than me. Allan, one of my best friends caught his wife cheating on him and stabbed her almost a hundred times with a penknife. He asked me to defend him, even though we both knew he was guilty, but he didn't care because he trusted me. And I, being the lowest of the low, failed as an officer of the court and as his friend. I just walked into my roach-infested apartment from the courthouse today to attend the sentencing hearing. Murder Two, no less than 25 years, and no more than life, eligible for parole in the year 2017. My life hurts.
I sit up late in front of the boob tube, laying back lazily in my beat-up old recliner, remote lying amongst the dozens of crushed beer cans on the floor next to my feet. It was going to be a cold, sleepless night, thanks to my relentless weighted conscience. I couldn't stop thinking about what he said in the courtroom today. Right before they carted him off to jail, he whispered into my ear, "You fucked up on purpose. I'll get you for this, Jacob."
I can't lie, I'm _still_ shaking. It was just the way he said it, and that menacing look in his angry blue eyes. Like he was going to sit there in his cell and carve my name into his arm so he'd never forget how badly he wants to skin me alive. Every thump and creak in this pre-war building makes me nearly hit the ceiling. I keep glancing nervously at the door and begging my imagination not to run amok. The only good thing about this is that psycho D.A. pushed for the death penalty the entire trial. At the very least, I managed to thwart those plans, but I'm far from pleased with myself.
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Lovers. Parted lovers reunite.
He opens the covers and welcomes me in to his bed. He is already erect and his penis lays rigid on his abdomen. I lay on top of him. His hairy chest feels soft an inviting. I surrender to his warmth.
His hardness excites me and presses against me. Our mouths meet. Our tongues greet each other in a lover's dance. He hugs me tightly. I am consumed my him. I squeeze his legs between mine. My penis stiffens against his. We share our arousal.
I love the way he kisses me. There is strength and authority combined with a lover's gentleness in the way he explores my mouth. I want him to explore me. I want him to want me, desire me, and lust for me.
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Letters From A Traveller Ch. 2. Sexual adventurer keeps in contact.
Dear John,
Sorry it has been so long since I wrote, – I have not forgotten you. I hope we can still meet when I return early next year. You asked about my experiences, so I thought I would tell you about another man I met on the net.....
We arranged to have a session over lunchtime on the following Tuesday. Our net contact had confirmed that we both enjoyed playing both sub and Dom roles, and when we discussed limits, they stopped at more or less the same place when it came to one-off meetings (no unprotected body fluids, no marks, no public humiliation risk etc). We also both enjoyed doing things with an element of anticipation or surprise, both giving and taking. We decided that he would be dominant. The submissive waits in a room, naked and blindfolded. The dominant enters and can play with and use the submissive in any way within the limits. A safety word would always be used (this is a word that, when used by the submissive, stops all play and allows discussion about what is happening and what might be a consequence – it is very handy when things start getting out of your comfort zone).
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Letters From A Traveller Ch. 3. Black & White, man on man in paradise.
Dear John,
Last year I went through Vanuatu, where I had an interesting liaison with a hotel porter. He was a little camp, but not too overt, and when he showed me to my room he asked if there was anything else I needed. I joked, "Anything?" He told me he got off his shift at twelve and I said feel free to come over (they sleep on the premises). I was still working when he knocked quietly. I opened the door and he came in uncertainly - saying he hoped it was still ok to come over. He was about 5ft9 and reasonably solidly built, with quite black skin as you get in the northern Solomons. Like all islanders he smelt of coconut oil and perspiration, something that usually does nothing for me.
I said it was fine and what did he like? After a bit of discussion which didn't clarify much except that this was going to be a financial deal (and I paid up front), I reached out and rubbed the front of his trousers, and he moved closer to me and grabbed my hand in his and forced himself against me. I felt him growing and he wasn't all that small. I started unbuttoning his shirt and he moved back and undressed himself. He was all muscle, and so black. His cock was about eight inches long, not too thick but not thin. I moved forward and he started to undress me, t-shirt and shorts don't take long, and then grabbed my cock and started a slow hand job. I didn't feel like kissing him, but he had other ideas. I let my fingers go down his back and find his crack - he was moist there and pressed back against my finger as I explored. His fingers found me, I hadn't prepared in any way, and he was quite rough as he forced two into me. Like I said, I haven't had much play there since I have been away, and he was very forceful.
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Letter To My Lover. He expresses his passion.
It has been so long since I have had your hot body on top of me. The memory of your weight and warmth press me deeper in to lustful passion. I have an aching desire to make love to you.
I want you to kiss me. I want to feel our naked bodies against each other. I want to feel your hairy chest. I want you to put your tongue in my mouth. I want our cocks to touch as we hug. I want to make you hard.
I will get on my knees and suck you as you stand with your hands on your hips. I will look you in the eyes as I suck your beautiful cock. You will look at me and know I love pleasuring you. You know I am your whore.
(tale # 263) get full text ... Letter To My Lover. He expresses his passion.
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