Mellicat

Money and sex, what more can a man ask for.

Nothing turned Jason on like money- especially when it was his. Every time he closed a big deal or saw one of the stocks he owned take a big jump, his dick got hard. For him making money was the definitive aphrodisiac. His ultimate fantasy was to make love on a bed covered with hundred dollar bills, like the scene in the movie Studio 54. So when he actually had the opportunity to fulfill his fantasy he leapt at the chance. One of the stocks he owned had doubled and suddenly he was flush with

My boyfriend loves to have sex in public.

My boyfriend loves to have sex in public. He loves the idea of being watched, but even more he likes to watch other couples. Not the cheesy scenes in the typical porn movie, but real men having real sex. He loves going to smoky night clubs, drinking a few drinks, dancing to a few songs, and then going to the back room and letting me suck him off while he watches all the men in various acts of sex. His favorite to watch is frot, or dick-to-dick action. He loves watching two guys doing the cock

An apartment with a view.

I had found this great apartment. It was perfect, really; only a ten-minute drive from my office with an awesome grocery and a Target between. Two of my favorite sidewalk cafes were within walking distance and it was fifty dollars less a month than what I was paying to live on the other side of town. I can’t say it’s spacious, but it’s designed very smartly and therefore it seems roomy. It’s on the eighth floor of the building and the living room has a breath-taking view from the floor to

An unwanted trip to the country has some pleasent extra benefits.

I've never been much of a country guy. I'll take the city any day. All that fresh air bullshit never did much for me. So when my roommate asked me to come with him for a weekend retreat to a friend's ranch, I thought he was crazy. "Come on, it'll be fun," he said. "What? Stepping in cow shit?" "So, watch where you walk. Besides there will be cute guys there." That got my attention. "There will?" "Yeah, this is an annual thing that Terry and Brian have. They invite a bunch of their

Toby’s funeral was held in Steven’s Point, Wisconsin, his hometown. The First Methodist Church was filled with friends and family as well as flowers sent from college friends that couldn’t make the trip. The mahogany casket sat in the front of the pews, near the altar. The casket remained closed with a large picture of Toby, smiling in happier times, setting atop. Seth and Cole sat with Samantha and Jason in the front row on one side of the church while Toby’s parents sat on the other side

By Sunday afternoon Seth could take it no longer. Cole had been acting weird ever since he had come back from putting Toby in rehab. At first Seth tried to ignore it, figuring if Cole wanted to talk about things he would. But by Sunday afternoon it was wearing thin. “Are you upset that I went to San Francisco?” he finally asked. “What? No. Why would I be upset over that?” “I don’t know, but you seem to be upset over something.” Cole shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not you.” “Then wh

“Come with me to San Francisco,” Seth requested later that night. “I can’t,” Cole said. “There’s no way I can take off work on this short notice. How are you able to pull it off?” “Family emergency. At least that’s what I hope. Can’t you call in sick or something? I would feel better if you were going with me. I’ve never had to do anything like this. I’m not even sure what to do once I get there.” “You’ll do fine. And really, it would probably be awkward to have me along. Are you going

Samantha was hoping Jason would call her in the days following her apology. She was hoping, but she wasn’t surprised when it didn’t happen. She knew his forgiveness would be harder to earn than that. So she made her plans for the next step in winning him back. She knew the places and times he usually lunched. Interrupting him while he ate would be rude, but if she could catch him as he was coming back in to his office she might be able to snag a few minutes of his time to again plead her case.

"Hey, Sam," Seth said answering his cell after seeing Samantha’s name on the display. "Uh... Hi," Sam stammered, she was a little surprised at Seth’s warm greeting. Actually, she was surprised he answered at all. "What’s up? I haven’t heard from you in awhile," Seth went on as if nothing was amiss. "Oh, Seth, you were right. I’ve made a mess of things," Sam gushed. "Right about what?” He had no idea. “What are you talking about?" Samantha went on to confess her fling with Allen an

The next few weeks flew by for Samantha, as she continued to play with fire; dating both Allen and Jason. Well actually, she dated Jason while sleeping with Allen on the side. But she thought that sounded sleazy. She had lunch with Jason most everyday and spent the weekends at his apartment. Once or twice a week she would run into Allen in the hall, or he’d give her a call and invite her over to share some dish he had prepared in his kitchen and before the evening was over she’d be back in hi

The next day, over lunch Samantha told Jason she was going to slip out that evening to catch a movie. She told him not to bother to call her when he left his office; that she probable wouldn’t be home. He studied her for a moment, then nodded and asked her no questions. If he doubted her word he kept it to himself. After work she stopped at the deli to pick up some French bread. She would add her own garlic before taking it over to Allen’s. “Hello,” Allen said a few hours later when he ans