Submitted by whipit23 last August 12th 2008, 05:08 AM

Mikey placed his hands on the cold, smooth surface of the small 2-foot table. The cellar was cold and a chill covered his pale, slender body. He set his feet apart and raised his ass high, waiting, his breathing heavy. He heard footsteps on the stone floor and began to tremble in fear and anticipation. He felt a smooth, tender hand run from his soft buttocks, to his softer blond hair.
‘Frank…’ he whispered, as the hand stroked his head. He turned round to stare at the long white can

Submitted by patrick___ last July 2nd 2007, 02:07 AM

Darkness chased away my bedroom light, and the wind crept in through the open windows like a ghost. Satisfied with my sleeping conditions, I crawled into my bed, yanked the thick blankets up to my chin, and curled slightly on my side; waiting for sleep to finish the job that drowsiness and sleeping pills had started.

I usually thought of a sexual fantasy to guide me to sleep, much like a lullaby. But nothing entered my arguably dirty mind that night. A bit disappointed, I rolled