I am currently in the process of re-tagging all of my Tumblr posts that include excerpts from our ebooks and linking those tags to each ebook’s page on this site. (Which is turning out to be a much bigger project than I anticipated. LOL!)
So now, when you click on the “Read excerpt” links at the bottom of each book’s page, instead of being directed to just one excerpt on my TabooTalk Reddit forum, you will be directed to NUMEROUS excerpts posted on my Tumblr blog!
I’m still working on getting to all of the excerpt posts, but as of now each ebook page has at east a handful of excerpts linked to it. (Except for the bundles, but I plan to get to them eventually also.) Many of the excerpt passages repeat, but most excerpts have different images attached, so they should still prove to be… ‘entertaining’. 😉
Also keep in mind, it is Tumblr, which seems to have been a bit overrun with porn bots lately. I’ve tried to eliminate all of the images that seem to generate pop-ups, but I’m sure I’ve missed a few.
My publisher might say I’m “giving away” too much… LOL… but if you’re considering acquiring any of our titles, please check out the excerpts for a much better idea of what the stories are about.
At the very least, I hope you enjoy the “tease”. 😉
Check out my Tumblr blog where I just recently posted a FIRST EVER “sneak peek” excerpt from our upcoming ebook “Double Dare”, the next installment of The Angel Falls Library Files!! Look for some other excerpts coming up later on, and (hopefully soon) a cover reveal.
Also, taking a moment to blow my own horn here, my anthology “The Irresistible Moms Collection” is currently holding the NUMBER NINE spot on the Carnal Pleasures Top 20 list!! “If the Door Is Open” also bumped up a few notches at number 15!
(Oh, that felt so good!)
Reverse psychology.. It is often an extremely effective means in getting someone to do something they wouldn’t ordinarily do. “Manipulation” often has deeply negative connotations, a reputation that s probably well-earned, but like most things in life, manipulation can be used for good or used for evil. Maybe even on rare occasions, a little of both at the same time.
This week’s #MasturbationMonday entry comes from my recently released title, “Seduction of the Shrew: Book 5 of The Angel Falls Library Files“. In this short scene, both Adam and Phyllis gradually ‘transform’ into something they ordinarily are not: Adam becomes the manipulator, and Phyllis, who is a master at pushing people’s buttons, finds herself deeply on the receiving end. In the end, everybody wins, but first… let’s dance. 😀
“Adam, you startled the life out of me!” Phyllis exclaimed after a deep gasp.
Adam paused for a couple of seconds to admire the cleavage peeking out from the top of her robe before responding. “I’m sorry, Phyllis, I thought you were Paige for a second.”
Phyllis looked at him suspiciously, finding it hard to swallow that he could mistake her mature form for Paige’s youthful figure, although a part of her was wanting to believe that it was possible. “Do you normally just walk in on your daughter when she’s wearing nothing but a flimsy bathrobe?”
Adam declined to respond, simply standing there and admiring his mother-in-law’s form. Phyllis’ face grew accusingly curious as he stood there just gazing at her in silence. Adam’s lips sported just the slightest of a grin as his eyes seemed intently focused on her. A thrill seemed to tickle her stomach as he folded his arms across his chest and he leaned against the door frame.
“Let me see,” he finally said.
“What’s underneath the robe. Show me.”
Phyllis’ mouth dropped open at his outrageous audacity. “I am certainly not going to…” she started to say in response to his indecent request, but then stopped. Her body stiffened completely, unable to even breathe as she fixated on the look in his eyes. He was undeniably sincere in his request to see her naked. Suddenly all the images and events from the last couple of days came rushing back into her mind. The grab in the kitchen. His piercing stares. Paige masturbating on the sofa. The adoring looks he gave Paige as they sat together on the sofa.
The adoring looks… Suddenly her mind fixated on that. More than just adoration… appreciation! Attraction. One might also even say desire.
A hollow feeling started to swell up in Phyllis’ gut as they stood there staring at each other. The look in her son-in-law’s eyes was almost hypnotizing. He was genuinely anticipating seeing her naked. And even more surprising, she found herself wanting to show him! She ached to see that look of appreciation in his eyes. That look of desire. How long had it been since any man looked at her that way?
The fact that this was her son-in-law flowed completely out of her brain. The fact that she was married totally dismissed. All she wanted was to be admired by this man. To be appreciated. To be desired. At that moment nothing else existed.
Phyllis sat the clothes she was holding down on the bed. Adam’s eyes lit up like a fire as Phyllis reached for the belt holding the front of the robe flimsily in place. As the front gave way, she reached up to her shoulders and peeled the robe back. An unmistakable look of delight emanated from Adam’s face as his mother-in-law’s breasts were fully revealed to him. Soaking in his gaze of admiration, Phyllis let the robe fall completely to the floor.
As Adam feasted on the sight he’d fantasized about seeing for almost 25 years, he took note that while Paige may have inherited her grandmother’s blonde hair, his wife most certainly got her breasts from Phyllis. While they sagged slightly more than Brenda’s did, they were still incredibly full and bulbous for a woman of her age. In fact, Adam was amazed at how very little sag there was on her voluptuous body. His cock started to stiffen involuntarily as he took her all in. Even as a teenager he entertained lascivious fantasies about this striking older woman, years before she even became his mother-in-law. Age had robbed her of none of her sexual appeal.
Phyllis stood there taking in his lewd stare, waiting for his next move, her face hardening in preparation to halt any further advances. An expression Adam fully recognized. His memory immediately recalled his earlier discussions with Paige.
“Well… That’s enough of that now, isn’t it?” Adam said as he stood completely upright. Taking one last quick glance, he backed away from the doorway and turned to walk toward his bedroom.
“Seduction of the Shrew” is my recently released 5th entry into “The Angel Falls Library Files”, co-written with my wife and fellow author Lilly-Rose Young. It is now available at many ebook retailers, and should be available soon on a few more. Click on the cover for more information about this title, and please check out my other titles as well.
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In this week’s entry for TabooTuesday, I again take a trip back to Angel Falls. In my very first entry, taken from book 3, “Give and Take”, I focused on the loving relationship between father and daughter involving Paige and her father Adam. Her friend Natalie, however, has a yearning for a rather different type of relationship with her father, one which takes on a much more ‘disciplinary’ tone. With Paige’s assistance, Natalie’s realization of this much darker fantasy comes to fruition in the most erotic of ways, as the following excerpt demonstrates:
A long moan escaped out of Natalie’s mouth as she orgasmed uncontrollably from the last swat. A part of her tried to hold it back, considering the absolute inappropriateness of having an orgasm in front of her father, yet the thought of cumming in front of him made her cum even harder.
Jeffery watched in amazement at his daughter’s reaction, his hand again resting on her bare ass, feeling her body clench up across his lap.
Natalie felt her father’s hand resting atop her stinging ass cheek, her body slightly trembling uncontrollably. Anticipation washed over her as she felt his hand start to gently caress her dark, supple skin. Her mind swirled in a mixture of fear, yet an overwhelming craving, of what he would do next. In addition, she felt the growing bulge in his sweatpants pressing up against her stomach as she laid across his lap.
Jeffry felt his cock harden against her stomach in response to the luxurious feel of his daughter’s bare skin against his hand. His heart beat wildly as he contemplated his next move, gliding his hand between his daughter’s thighs and over her sopping wet opening. He glided his middle finger over the lubricated lips of her pussy. Feeling how wet his daughter was almost caused his cock to start convulsing in orgasm right there and then, but he somehow managed to suppress the urge.
“You’re wet,” he stated obviously in a stern, fatherly voice. “Is this actually getting you excited?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Natalie pleaded, her voice trembling as much as her body was. “I didn’t mean to.”
“That’s just naughty, Natalie,” Jeffry said, trying to keep his voice stern, but his own excitement started to lace his words. “Do you know what we do to naughty girls in this house, Natalie?”
“No, Daddy,” she replied, her voice still trembling. “Please! I won’t do it anymore!”
Jeffry found himself shocked at how excited his daughter’s pleading was making him. It excited him even further knowing that despite her pleading, this really was what she wanted. She wanted her daddy to discipline her. She wanted her daddy to touch her. She wanted her daddy to take her.
“Give and Take: Book 3 of The Angel Falls Library Files” is the culmination of the first three-part trilogy of this series which focuses on two young women’s fulfillment of taboo fantasies with different variations of the same theme. More information on this title, including availability, can be found by clicking on the cover.
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On last week’s entry for MasturbationMonday, I focused on “Anna” and her late-night exploration of her newly discovered desires. This week I focus on the scene which led up to how that discovery came about. Through a whirlwind series of events, Anna suddenly found herself on stage at a strip club in front of a roomful of horny men. The transformation from “boring old housewife” to seductively dancing temptress is surely a basis for many an irresistible fantasy, is it not?
A mixture of emotions and feelings flooded over me as I realized what I was doing. I took in the whole room, everyone’s eyes fixed on me, their voices whooping and hollering in my direction, and even then I was still considering making a bolt for the door as I started to apprehensively sway to the music. With the first sway, though, suddenly the applause and yelling multiplied at least five times its original level. I figured I’d probably never make it to the door anyway.
I looked at Warren standing right in front of the stage, and he smiled gleefully at me, almost with a sense of pride. I focused on him as I continued dancing, continuing to be amazed that all this attention was focused on me. I then started to let my hands wander over my body, and I was shocked to discover that my nipples were extremely sensitive as my hands brushed over them. I also discovered that my panties were feeling wet, not realizing till then that my pussy was getting moist from the excitement.
I continued to focus on Warren as I gradually unbuttoned my blouse, then did a quick turn on my right foot as I flung the blouse open. The loudness of the applause and yelling grew deafeningly loud as the blouse flew open. I did another quick turn and let the blouse fly from my hand and land on a corner of the stage. My bra was nowhere near as fancy as the ones the other dancers were wearing, and I wasn’t nearly as endowed as most of the others were, but that didn’t seem to matter to the crowd. They continued to holler and applaud, and I continued dancing for them.
The skirt I was wearing zipped down the side, and I slowly lowered the zipper down then jiggled till it fell to the stage floor. I then kicked the skirt over to the corner of the stage, trying to get it relatively close to where the blouse landed. I wasn’t wearing fancy hose and garters like the other dancers were, just bare legs, but again the crowd didn’t seem to mind. They continued applauding and yelling, and I continued dancing, hoping it wasn’t too noticeable that my panties were starting to get soaked from my excitement.
I focused my gaze back on Warren again as I reached behind me to undo my bra. I teasingly let it slide from my shoulders, and the noise from the crowd almost drowned out the loud music as my breasts were revealed. I continued to gyrate on the stage, letting what there was of my breasts bounce and jiggle for the lust-filled crowd. I focused mainly on Warren, but I also let my eyes wander over the crowd of excited men. My pussy grew achingly wet with the realization that most, if not all, of these men watching me would fuck me mercilessly if I wanted them to.
I looked at Warren, and saw not only lust in his eyes, as I saw in every other man in the room, but also a genuine appreciation for me, a genuine desire for my body. I started to feel a strong yearning to invite him up on stage to fuck me right then and there, right in front of everyone, but the fear of being arrested was equally as strong. So, I continued dancing. Mostly for Warren, but also for every other excited, lust-crazed man who’s total attention was focused on me. It was like something out of an erotic dream, and eventually I just let myself get swept away with the excitement of it all.
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On this weeks entry for TabooTuesday, I share with you an excerpt from what has been consistently my most popular story, “If the Door Is Open…”, where for the first time Abby sees herself through the eyes of a young admirer. An admirer who happens to be her son!
To keep in line with the ‘guidelines’ of the TabooTuesday blog hop, I am only posting a portion of the entire scene. As a whole, this scene is definitely my favorite one in the entire story, and personally this is one of the most erotic scenes I think I’ve ever written. But, you can be the judge of that. 😉
She looked at her voluptuous full-figured form… her wide hips, fleshy forearms and thighs, her tummy bulging, slight traces of cellulite and stretch marks sprinkled around her mid-section. Her legs were thick, but shapely as they tapered down to her feet, and she even found them impressive with the right set of high heels to accentuate them. Her most redeeming physical feature, of course, at least in her own eyes, was her breasts. Although they sagged a bit with age, they were still rather buoyant, and protruded out full and firm on her chest like halves of watermelons, her nipples still setting quite high. Her entire adult life she almost never faced any shortage of attention on her breasts, wanted or unwanted. Especially when wearing anything that showed even the slightest amount of cleavage.
She stood there before the mirror trying to take in the entire package of the image that stood facing her, both the good and the bad. Riding the tail end of her 30’s and being some forty pounds or so overweight, at least according to all the charts she looked up, she was keenly aware that she would not be gracing many magazine covers anytime soon. Her husband had always made her feel attractive and desirable, though, no matter what her weight.
She stood there wondering, however, if the teenage friends of her son, or even her son himself, would find her just as desirable as she appeared now, naked and exposed as she was, flaws and all. Then it suddenly dawned on her that her son actually had seen her like this, not standing naked as she was now, but certainly exposed, and he still not only found her attractive, but was actually sexually aroused.
Focused on the image in the mirror, Abby placed her hands on her thighs, gliding them up around the border of her mound, circling her rounded stomach for a moment, then bringing them up underneath her breasts. In the mirror, she could see her nipples harden as she tried to imagine seeing what Shawn saw, the same breasts, the same stomach, the same hips, the same legs, the same arms, the same hands. She squeezed her breasts, running her palms over the nipples, trying to imagine his excitement looking at those breasts.
Her heart raced and her pussy moistened thinking that this is the same body that her son not only saw, but the same body that gave him an erection, the same body that he… Yes, she allowed herself to think it… The same body he jacked off to.
“If the Door Is Open…” is one of my ebooks that has been directly banned on Amazon, along with “Confessions of My Nephew”. It is, however, available at MANY OTHER outlets, including Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and Carnal Pleasures.
It is available as a stand-alone story, and is also included in my bundled anthology, “The Irresistible Moms Collection”.
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When secret desires begin to surface, sometimes they’re just too strong to ignore. This is the case with a woman named “Anna“, who once she accidentally discovers the sexual power she possesses over men, can’t fight the desire to use that power to her full advantage.
In this week’s entry for MasturbationMonday, we peek in on Anna’s late-night thoughts as she explores her new-found desires, which leads her to exploring her aching pussy in the family bathroom:
Then again, another part of me wanted him to make love to me. No… to fuck me. A sense of guilt flowed through me as I realized I wanted to feel his cock drive into me as I recalled the feeling I had on stage, thinking about all those men getting excited over me, wanting to fuck me. I wanted to think about letting those men fuck me as Rod plunged his cock deep and hard into my pussy. And then I pictured Warren, the look of lust and appreciation on his young, handsome face. I really wanted to picture Warren fucking me while I was being fucked by my husband. I looked over at Rod, his back to me, and I realized almost with a sense of despair that it wasn’t going to happen. My pussy was getting soaked all over again thinking of Warren and all those other men, and I desperately hoped that Rod was indeed sleeping so he wouldn’t be sensing my excitement.
After a few long, lingering moments, when I was convinced that he was indeed asleep, I slowly and quietly sneaked out of bed and made my way back to the bathroom. The room still smelled of pussy. I sat down on the toilet lid and masturbated, something I hadn’t done in I don’t know how long. My pussy was desperately aching and in need of relief though, and despite the guilt I felt about Rod, the overwhelming feelings of desire I was experiencing were even stronger. I knew if I stayed in bed the feelings and images would just linger all night long, and the thought of that was just unbearable. I so desperately wanted a cock filling up my wet, aching pussy, but I had to make do with my fingers. I fucked myself furiously with my hands while I fantasized about Warren fucking me long and hard on stage in front of all those horny men, then when he was done letting whoever else that wanted to come up on stage and have their turn with me. I fantasized about being fucked over and over again by each and every one of those men who got turned on by me. It was like years and years of secret desires, hidden even to me, were being let loose all at once, and there was no way of stopping it even if I wanted to. And I didn’t want to! I wanted to feel all of those desires to the fullest, let them overtake me, and to give in to them.
I fingered myself to orgasm after orgasm, trying to silence my moans of pleasure as best I could, but I’m sure anyone awake at that time would surely hear me and know what was going on. Rod, the kids, anyone could have caught me, but I kept on masturbating, kept on fantasizing, giving in to my lust and desire and hoping that all were asleep. When I had pretty much exhausted myself, and felt that I had adequately relieved myself enough that I could sleep, I again washed myself up and headed back to bed. The bathroom reeked more of pussy now than it had before, but I figured that would fade by morning, at least I hoped it would. I looked at the clock on the way back to bed and was amazed to discover that I had spent more than an hour in the bathroom. Rod’s soft snoring was reassuring, and I felt relatively relieved that I hadn’t gotten caught.
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My entry for this week’s TabooTuesday bog hop comes from my upcoming ebook “Seduction of the Shrew”. I’m excited to announce that this story is only DAYS away from being ready for release! This story is the 5th entry in my ongoing series “The Angel Falls Library Files”, and is the first full collaboration with my wonderful wife and talented writing partner Lilly-Rose Young. Look for it to be available very soon, but in the meantime I hope the following excerpt whets your appetite a little. 😉
Phyllis stopped in her tracks as her eyes took in the unexpected sight of her granddaughter laying there on the sofa, her face awash in ecstasy, one hand buried deep inside her panties, her other hand fondling her left breast which was covered by only her flimsy white nightie. Pangs of embarrassment and shock shot through Phyllis’ body as her eyes locked widely on the sight of her granddaughter masturbating.
Trying desperately not to make a sound, Phyllis backed away a couple of steps till she was back out into the hallway. She turned quietly around to try to sneak back up the stairs, but froze once again at what she heard next:
“Ohh, Daddy,” Paige let out in a gaspy breath. Paige’s pussy twitched in mischievous delight knowing her grandmother was right there in the hallway, able to hear every sound clearly. With her eyes slitted open just barely, she could see her grandmother’s face peeking back around the corner of the entryway, her eyes widened in utter shock and dismay. Paige’s pussy actually did clench a bit in orgasm as she continued the show she was putting on for her grandmother. “Oh, yes Daddy! Oh, touch me there, Daddy! Ohh, it feels so good when you touch me there!”
Phyllis stood there petrified as the words spilled out of her granddaughter’s mouth. Shock and disgust filled every ounce of her being as she realized the fantasies her granddaughter was indulging herself in, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the lascivious sight. Her head was spinning in a hundred different directions as she tried figuring out what to do next, how best to handle this unimaginable situation.
Her first thought was getting her granddaughter into therapy. Quickly! Bursting into her daughter and son-in-law’s room and waking them with this discovery was another thought. Storming in and confronting Paige herself was another option she was considering.
Only one thing was stopping Phyllis from following through with any of those actions. As much repulsion and absolute shock she was naturally filled with, she was also sexually aroused! As hard as she tried to deny it or desperately ignore the fact, her nipples were hard as rocks. Her pussy was tingling beyond belief, and she could feel the wetness start to puddle in her panties. Her whole body began flooding with desire, every inch of her aching to be touched!
Again, look for “Seduction of the Shrew: Book 5 of The Angel Falls Library Files” to be available very soon, and >>click here<< for even more naughty entries from other participants in this week’s TabooTuesday!!
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My entry this week for the #MasturbationMonday blog hop is a short excerpt from my upcoming ebook “Seduction of the Shrew”, which I am excited to say should be ready to submit for publication in just a matter of DAYS!! It’s the fifth story in my ongoing series “The Angel Falls Library Files”, and is the first full collaboration with my lovely wife and talented co-author Lilly-Rose Young. It’s been a long time in the making, and after some minor touch-ups, completing the formatting, and a couple of final checks, this little erotic birdie should be just about ready to fly. 🙂
WARNING!: For those of you who may be unfamiliar with my work, be advised that this story is very taboo in nature, dealing with topics and situations that many people find distasteful. If you’re into that shit though, then sit back and let your mind… and your hands… wander, and enjoy. 😉
Phyllis could feel a drip from her pussy start to trickle down her inner thigh. She felt like it was taking every ounce of concentration in her just to remain standing. In a feeble attempt to maintain control, she clenched her fists tight almost as hard as she was clenching her eyes closed. “Why are you doing this to me?” Her words came out as barely a whisper.
“Tell me to stop, Phyllis, and I’ll stop.”
Phyllis opened her eyes just a crack, staring straight ahead, not daring to look in his direction. She opened her mouth slightly as if to speak, almost desperately trying to coax that one simple word out, but it stubbornly refused to surface.
“You can’t, can you? As much as you may want to, as much as you know you should, you just can’t bring yourself to say it. Just one simple word, and it will all end.”
Phyllis opened her mouth a little further, but all that managed to come out was just a jagged breath. She struggled to keep her knees locked as she actually felt a quiver start to build up in her groin. With her mind a whirlpool of conflicting emotions, she clenched her eyes tightly shut once again. His face totally devoid of expression, Adam stepped slightly to the side and he started to walk away.
“What are you going to do?” Phyllis asked, her voice a mixture of panic and arousal as she finally managed to open her eyes and look in his direction.
Stopping just for a moment, Adam looked back at her, allowed a slight wicked smile to graze his face, then walked out of the room. Phyllis brought her hand up to her mouth as if to stifle a scream or a gasp as she watched him walk away. Panic and fear permeated her mind as she listened to him walk through the hall and down the stairs. Finally managing to find the strength to walk, she rushed back into Paige’s room and shut the door behind her. Relief rushed through her legs as she sat on the side of the bed. Unable to withstand the urge a second longer, she reached down and separated the robe, her hand roaming uncontrollably down to her now sopping wet pussy. “God help me! Oh, God help me,” she whisperingly pleaded right before she dug her fingers deep into her aching folds. Ripples of orgasm started rushing through her entire body as the images of reactions from her husband and her daughter floated tauntingly in her mind. With her body awash in pleasure and her mind in shameful torment, Phyllis desperately held her breath to prevent the moans of ecstasy from becoming audible. The thought of anyone hearing her cry out in pleasure only intensified her orgasms.
Opening the robe completely, she laid back and surrendered to the probing fingers trying to desperately fuck the desires away. But the more shame she felt, the more the desires intensified. And the more furiously her fingers plunged in and out of her.
Again, “Seduction of the Shrew: Book 5 of The Angel Falls Library Files” will be released shortly. In the meantime, please check out my other entries in the series as well as some of my other titles, and be sure to >>click here<< for more naughty entries in this weeks MasturbationMonday!!
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Adam and Paige kept their eyes locked on each other the whole time. Paige’s hands roamed along her father’s body, wanting to touch him everywhere all at once, as she bucked her hips up to meet his each and every thrust. Propping himself up on one elbow, Adam’s other hand alternated between touching Paige’s cheek and squeezing her breast.
Suddenly Paige recognized the look of impending orgasm on her father’s face. She had seen it numerous times from making him cum with her hands and her mouth.
“Ohh, yes, Daddy!” she whispered, pure desire dripping from her voice. “Cum inside me! I want to feel you cum inside me!”
Adam lunged forward almost violently, the desire to fill his daughter’s pussy up with his sperm the most desperate desire he ever remembered feeling.
Paige’s pussy hungered for it, gripping at his cock like it was starving for every last drop as she felt him spew the warm wet liquid into her like a volcano.
Brenda’s body arched in furious orgasm as she watched their bodies pound desperately into each other, knowing what Paige was feeling physically, but only able to approximate what she was feeling emotionally. Still, the overwhelming joy of being able to give her daughter something so precious intensified her orgasm to indescribable heights.
Paige cupped her father’s cheeks, drawing his face down to hers and kissed him deeply as she felt his cock continue to twitch inside of her. Adam laid his whole weight on top of her, sliding his arms underneath her shoulders as Paige wrapped her legs around his, both of them holding onto each other like they never wanted to let go.
Brenda gazed upon them, still lightly fingering her pussy, mesmerized by not only their lust and desire for each other, but the deep love they felt for each other and how this was the way they both wanted to express that love. In spite of the envy and jealousy she felt, she knew she made the right decision. She had given her daughter what her own mother selfishly denied her.
An excerpt from my ebook, “Give and Take: Book 3 of The Angel Falls Library Files”, this week’s entry (also my premier entry!) for Taboo Tuesday.
This story is also included in my bundled anthology, “The Angel Falls Library Files: The Beginnings Collection”.
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Eventually my thoughts started to expand beyond Mike. I started looking at other boys and trying to imagine them doing what I saw Mike doing. Not so much the boys in my class… It was hard to imagine some of them even having cocks, let alone stroking them off, although I’m sure now that’s what most of them were doing.
I did have a science teacher back then, though, that I had a tremendous crush on. I could easily picture him having a cock, probably even bigger than Mike’s, but he was married so I didn’t figure he would even need to do anything like that.
With a little effort, though, I did manage to conjure up the image of Mr. Martin stroking himself and making his cock shoot out that creamy white stuff while I masturbated in bed one night. That image caused me to have just a tremendous orgasm, the strongest one I’d experienced so far.
For the rest of that week I couldn’t concentrate in his class to save my life. I’d just look at him and those images would just burn through my mind. Luckily he didn’t call on me to answer any questions. I wonder sometimes if he could possibly tell what I was thinking and took pity on me.
Thinking of Mr. Martin made me take my fantasies one step further. Not only did I fantasize about Mr. Martin masturbating, I also started having thoughts about stroking his cock myself, of doing it for him. The first time I thought about actually touching a man’s cock, especially Mr. Martin’s, it shot unbelievable tremors of pleasure rumbling through my body. I orgasmed immediately! Then to my most pleasant surprise, I orgasmed again! Until that time I usually just orgasmed once then went to sleep. It never even occurred to me that I might possibly be able to orgasm again afterwards.
This was like a new toy to me! For the next few nights I’d lay in bed and try to see how many times I could make my body tremble with pleasure like that. The first two or three times I was only able to do it twice, if that, but eventually I discovered how to trigger my thoughts to build my excitement back up, and some nights I would actually orgasm up to five or six times.
Thank you, Mr. Martin… you taught me much more than how to make things ooze out of a test tube!
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