James grinned up at the sky. Another day on the night shift in the harbor, and he was starting to enjoy it. He marveled at how many women left their lights on and curtains open at night while preparing for bed, and he had decided that his pair of binoculars was a very good investment. There was one little number who lived in a rather secluded building fairly far away from the harbor who he particularly liked. Long, brown hair, full, gorgeous breasts, and, from what he could tell, a knockout ass. He was leaning back in his chair and nonchalantly reaching for his binoculars, fantasizing about her, when all of a sudden, a low, sultry voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Hope you’re enjoying yourself, boy.” The voice came from right behind him. Read more…
Entries by Robert Flanneire
- Author name:
- Robert Flanneire
- Publish date:
- June 4th, 2013
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Matthew woke up with a start. He looked around his small room frantically. He let out a sigh and fell back down onto the hotel room bed. It was just another nightmare. His nightmares were always the same: he was walking down a long hallway, walked through the door, and there was a horrendous monster waiting for him. He would panic and run, but the abomination would always be just behind him. As soon as he felt its talons digging into his back, he would scream and wake up. Ever since his girlfriend had left him for another man, the nightmares had been persistent and nightly. He moaned, rolling out of bed and pulling on his clothes. It was 5:35, he might as well get up early. Read more…
- Author name:
- Robert Flanneire
- Publish date:
- May 19th, 2013
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Dante yawned, leaning against one of the gravestones in the wide expanse of grass, the small monoliths jutting out from the ground like small trees. He twiddled his thumbs and thought for the hundredth time why on Earth he had accepted this job. Grave keeper mostly gave someone a mental image of a creepy old man who often says things like, “this way, my pretties” or “I’ve got a bone to pick with you” to anyone who wanders by. Instead, Dante was the kind of person who, when seeing some innocent teenagers walking near the graveyard, would either completely ignore them and try to look busy…keeping grave, or whatever. Alternatively, if one of them happened to be female and attractive, he would keep his head down so that his long hair fell over his eyes, making it seem like he can’t see, and watch their wonderful, jiggling chest as they came, and gaze spellbound at their swaying, undulating asses as they went. He shivered with the memories, his cock throbbing unconsciously, his body warming up as thoughts of the various beauties paraded through his mind. A tendril of drool decided upon a small journey, ignored by the rest of the body, which had suddenly started thinking with its cock, not its brain. Read more…
