C Is For Candymaker

"Meet me downtown."
I glanced at the clock on the wall. "Downtown? Why downtown?"
"Hey, this is your birthday surprise. You aren't allowed to ask any questions."
"Sam ... "
"Don't you trust me? ...

C is for Clueless

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Some guys are clueless. I was one of them. Clueless men ought to have meetings somewhere. . lace where we can get together, have a beer or six and feel stupid together. ...

C is for Cock

AS BEFORE: This story is basically true. Names of people and places have been changed to protect the guilty. Oh. . . and I re-iterate, although the events in these stories all happened sometime during the past twenty years, they are all told as though they are recent events. Bon appetit. ...

C'mon Ride The Train

Cassandra hated being late. In general she disliked random changes to her schedule, but in particular she disliked being late because it usually threw off several dozen parts of her day in one fell swoop. In this particular incident, she had missed her train home from work and the backup train and the backup train for the backup train. Her last chance was this train on an alternate route. ...

C-u-n-n-i-l-i-n-g-u-s

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C.H.A.S.E. 3: Welcome to the Fetish

2:30 AM, Saturday, February 10th, 2007
Charter Limo
Midtown Manhattan
Shifting his weight carefully, Ricky inched his way between Crystal's knees. Ani now had Crystal's gown shoved out of the way and the side opening zipper pealed down enough to give her access to Crystal's breast. Moaning in pleasure, Crystal pushed her breast against Ani's lips. ...

C.N.A. Story Ch. 03

It had been a month since Linda and I had hooked up in the women's bathroom at the hospital and began our sexual journey together. While she still lived with her lunatic boybuddie, she came to stay the night with me at least once a week and usually always stopped by after work. Linda lived almost forty miles away from the hospital, while I lived only a few blocks away. So she could always make a quick stop to my place. ...

Cabana Boy Gets A New Job

THE INTERVIEW
Hello, yes I am back. You wouldn't believe what has happened to me with my new job. You know I was making no money at the beach and if it weren't for the beautiful red haired lady that always visits me, I would moved on long ago. She is so unbelievable and treats me that nice. It is worth the bad pay I get from that stupid boss of mine. ...

Cabana Crazy

My mobile phone rang off and I glanced at the text message. I called my assistant and told her to clear off the rest of my afternoon.
This is not an original story; I guess in most ways this kind never is. It started simply enough. My wife Yvonne and I had met another couple of similar age, temperament, interests and we all hit it off really well. ...

Cabin by the Lake

Colin's erect rod bent forward, the line from it became tight. He fought to pull the rod back. I watched as he battled with the reel to pull the fish in. It wasn't a hard battle. There was a commotion in the water, the fish tried to fight back but Colin eventually reeled the Largemouth Bass to the shore. He lifted the fish out of the water and like a champion fishermen he held the fish above his head. ...

Cabin by the Lake

"Lonnie?" my wife, Linda asked, "What do you think about heading to our cabin at the lake for our vacation this year?"
"Sounds like a good plan to me," I replied to her. "Have you mentioned anything about it to the twins yet?"
"No, I was waiting to see what you thought first and besides, you know they love it there. ...

Cabin By The Lake

Working at the paper mill wasn't a lot of fun. It was hot and hard work. Guys were not nice to me, always pawing my ass or groping my boobs. I knew their fat wives, the ones theyhad married right out of high school, had plumped up after a few kids and were no longer putting out for them in bed. Maybe they never really did. Maybe only sucked their cocks just long enough to get a ring on their finger. ...

Cabin Fever

My son Robby and I have been reading erotic stories on the web for about six months now. We enjoy the fantasies and we enjoy comparing them with our reality. I love what he does to me after reading them.
Robby thought it would be fun for me to write about us. I'm not a writer but I have written a few stories that I used as lessons in my reading class. I teach people whose second language is English. ...

Cabin Fever

Susannah had no way of knowing what it was that lay in store for her as the first snow flakes of winter began to fall. It had been a generous spring and summer for her and her father. They were the last survivors of a long journey west that had begun three years ago.
It had taken one year to make it to their homestead from Missouri. ...

Cabin Fever

He awoke slowly, fighting his grogginess like wrestling through thick, wet mud. His condition was worse because he couldn't figure out why it was that hard. Taking a moment in his struggle to consciousness, he thought back on what he could remember...
They had arrived late in the morning after a pleasant drive from the city. ...