Marcus Hogue


Written by Aoife in collaboration with a fellow veteran, Ken

A/N - Welcome to this series. I hope you enjoy the journey of Marcus. This series will cross his life starting as a high school student and moving through his retirement years. Through the ups and downs of his life....

Fifty-three-year-old Fred, home from work, showered, shaved, and started a meatloaf for supper.
He stood sixty-nine inches tall and tipped the bathroom scale to one hundred sixty pounds. He is the proud owner of hairy armpits and chest. Fred got divorced thirty years ago when his son, Leo. was two years old. After his divorce he worked his ass off, saved his money, made a killing in the market, and bought the company he worked for. He only works two or three days a week having an excellent management tea...

The company's staff was sitting in our founder's suite at the Belmont Stakes, and Andi was trying to get my attention.
I was sitting with the other assistants, sipping cocktails, shooting the shit, and half-watching the races.
Andi was staring at me in a way that wasn't subtle. When I looked at her, she put her tongue in her left cheek, the universal sign for wanting to blow me....

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance by any character or situation to any actual person or event is purely coincidental. All characters presented in this narrative are over the age of 18.


Last Call at the Thirsty Pelican


Chapter Three:


2018-Scandal


By Royce F. Houton...

Golden Hour Tease
The sun was beginning its slow descent, dripping honey-gold light across the beach. The sky stretched cloudless above, the sea lapping lazily at the shore. It had been a perfect day. Clear, hot, just salty enough to leave Camille and Lara's skin glazed in sun, sweat, and ocean.
Lara, tanned and shimmering, was toweling off near the edge of their rented lounger. Her red bikini clung to her like it had melted on: the triangle top barely cupping her breasts, the strings knotted in a mes...

KC (pronounced "K C " or "Kacey") was distressed. And it showed in her behavior. Something was paramount on her mind and it was affecting her feelings towards her husband JC (short for James Conner). KC was a treasure of a young wife and of a woman. She was 25 and worked for a mortgage company as a clerk. She was attractive and well liked by everyone but she was definitely devoted to JC....

Sarah was starting dinner while the twins bathed, Cody walked over to one of the large windows and pulled out a small thick mat and laid it out under the window. Cody sat down crossed legged and put his hand in his lap closing his eyes, after a few moments Cody had entered a shallow meditative state, inside his mind he brought forth two copies of his body and studied them....

*All characters and performers are 18 years of age or older*
I desire you... I want you... But I need you to do some things for me first... I like to Watch.
Settle back and get comfortable with your favorite toy and lube, put on your headphones, and cum along as we work our way up to enjoy a lovely orgasm or two together......

It has been so long since we last saw each other. Our lives continue on their separate paths, and it is months, sometimes, years before we get the chance to meet again. I have been looking forward to this day for so long and now it is finally here. The anticipation is making me tremble already as I look around my very luxurious hotel bedroom, well worth the extra cost for this extra special occasion. I need to get ready, hardly daring to believe that you will be here in just over an hour. I don't want to di...

Veronica Vol. 1: The Table
A caged sissy is invited to serve ten men under the watchful eye of Beverly, the woman who remade her. Powdered. Plugged. Presented. And perfectly polite.
by Miles Vane
This story is told from Veronica's perspective. If she speaks to you -- if you want more of her, her world, and her weekend -- look out for future stories in this arc. You can call her Veronica Vane. She likes that....

Like the title says, there's a suicide attempt here, specifically with drinking chemicals. This is a self indulgent thing for me since I also deal with suicidal ideation but viewer discretion advised.
Xavier was extremely tired of everything. Trying to kill himself never worked. Someone would always intervene. Often it was his sister, who had been keeping an especially close eye on him, since that was the condition of him being able to go home. Once, it had been another of the knights. If he was going to...

Cathryn was a little apprehensive as she made her way home from work. She was expecting Ed to come over that evening. It had been some time since she had last seen him. He had texted her earlier to ask if he could stop by and when she told him "of course," he responded by telling her that he had a special surprise for her. Of course, whenever Ed said he had a special surprise, she knew that she was in for something both exciting and unexpected. The last time Ed told her he had a surprise, he showed up with ...

THE RULE OF THREE
Please read the Standard Disclaimer on Alextasy's biography page
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Previously, from PART 4 - WATCHING AND WAITING
Still peering up into my eyes with a sweet smile, Anne found my empty hand, and I felt her push something into the palm. I looked at the two long, white plastic sticks. The blue plus signs....

????️ “When I Came…You Squirted”
You were holding it.
I could tell.
The way your thighs *twitched.*
The way your mouth dropped open
but no sound came out.
You were right there.
Not cumming—
*brimming.*
And you thought you could control it.
But baby, you should’ve known better....

Eve
"Do you have everything, once we are hours away from home and civilisation there's no turning back," Scott said to me. We were standing behind the car in our driveway. I had just shoved one last extra blanket inside just in case what we already packed wasn't enough. I went through the mental checklist of what we needed for the trip and what I had packed. I was more than certain we had everything....

Aura is a word, often used by ballers. It means a certain air of indifference, and talent. Here, a twenty year old hypertalented footballer sat, aura-less, in front of a married woman, who considered herself to have no real flair.
They sat apart, in a cafe. It was dark wood walled, cedar floors and Nepalese trinkets hung on the walls. Fatima was forty, and tired skinned. Her brown eyes closed under slightly arched eyebrows, blinking slowly. And she wore a dress and overcoat, while sitting with her husban...

He wakes me up at 6:00 a. m. this July morning. I hate being woken up that early, but He also knows this and does not really care.
I whine a bit and try to snuggle. He kisses me and then whispers into my ear:
"I want total obedience today. You'll be calling Me Your Lord today. Understand?"
My whining stops immediately. I know by the tone of His voice that if i do not obey i will be sorry....

John was my very first gay lover. I wrote a story about our first time together you can find on my page titled 'Big John'. To briefly recap, I was a 50-year-old, recently divorced man in Florida who decided to explore my life long repressed gay side and met 63-year-old John through a 'silver foxes' gay dating web site. He had a similar back story and had never had gay sex before either. We had been lovers for 3 years when I had to move back to California to settle an estate. John was also going to move back...

Such a good girl
- It's time to practice, Tom says, - Take off your pants.
It makes me tingle inside. Tom's gaze has that familiar dark intensity, he straightens his toned physique, looking down at me on that bed. I hesitate. I take off my top pants, glance at Tom, raise my eyebrows.
- Those too....

Robin first heard about Camp Deepwood at work, after a boring meeting when George, from sales, a charming and smug tall, broad-shouldered man in his late thirties who often sported a shaved head and a thick beard, started talking about his weekend plans.
"Me and the new girl are hitting this spot upstate," he said, scrolling on his phone. "It's called Camp Deepwood. Kinda like summer camp for adults, but with booze, yoga, and fewer clothes. Cabins, bonfires, group stuff... very hands-on, if you know what...

When summer rolls around, with its thick, warm air and endless blue skies, many college students find themselves searching for work -- something that pays the bills and keeps the brain engaged but leaves room for freedom. For Jake, a 23-year-old senior, the answer came in the form of an old push mower and a collection of suburban lawns stretching down quiet streets lined with maple trees. What started as a simple summer job in high school turned into a summer-long paycheck to help fund his education. He ref...

The first time mistress agreed to meet me face to face was at a cafe. She was on her way back from the gym but had agreed to give me twenty minutes of her time. I had guessed it was some sort of a test but I didn't know what the test would be.
She had arrived forty minutes late at the café we were supposed to meet in. By the time she was there, I was a nervous wreck. I knew she wouldn't like me calling or texting to check if she was still coming; so had just had to wait it out, playing with my phone, che...

Mid-day..
The best time, they say, for thinking. For being productive.
But for the young Seraphina, it was the best time for therapy. Sitting in the same boring red chair across from a woman who could have been the center of plenty of dirty-minded fantasies with her no-nonsense business suit, skirt, tight bun, and cat-eye style glasses perched on her nose....

Control is a funny thing. For most of human existence people have fought like wild dogs to maintain a sense of it over their lives. We make decisions. Create plans. Some even plan years into the future in an effort to give themselves this feeling of stable control to the day to day. There are some though, a rare few, who have realized the utter exhaustion a life in control can bring. For these special few, the burden of control is passed on to another. What remains is a state of rest. Not restful sleep. Sou...

-- CHAPTER FIVE --
Suddenly, the lights were on and her husband was there. Maria came awake and unfastened Tammi's bonds and left the room. Gerry kissed her lightly on the lips as he handed her a cup of coffee. After you finish this, the other women will help you get cleaned up and ready for the rest of your training. He moved to the chair, sat down, and watched her. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do except drink her coffee....

(All of my stories are my erotic fantasies... written down for your enjoyment. Many of my fantasy plot lines--admittedly--probably shouldn't happen in real life.
Should female employees have to work naked? have to be manhandled? have to have casual sex? just to finally achieve equality with males?...

I was woken up by the sun shining through the large balcony doors and it hit me square in the face.
As i woke up there was the most beautiful creature in the world fast asleep with her head on my breast and her hand on my tummy.
I gently moved her on to her side of the bed and covered her back up before i went downstairs to make breakfast....

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 25 - 55/104 = 52.88%)


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* Maggie's son, Brian, is recovering at home (for 6 weeks) after having a brush with a moving vehicle. Sam spilled all of the details of what he and the gang are up to - because Brian would eventually figure it out anyway. He's done with college and has expressed an interest in joining the landscaping crew....

INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - When married couple Richard and Doris drive their son and daughter Dick (19) and Jane (18) to college at the end of summer, they didn't anticipate getting lost in the seemingly endless Midwestern cornfields in a remote area of Indiana. Stopped for a pee break while trying to navigate back to the main road, when Richard sees too much of Jane and Doris sees too much of Dick, will the experience cause the husband and wife to resurrect their sex life which has become non-existent in ...

We ordered some food, the piled into the shower. I was the first one out. I had just pulled on some jeans when the doorbell rang. The delivery woman didn't know what to make of my barefoot shirtlessness. I was too spent and hungry to give it a second thought. The ladies came out, wet hair and smiles, and we all tucked in. It was the best fast food Chinese any of us had ever had....