Handjobs for Humanity - A New Hobby

Columbia Maryland is a planned city between Baltimore and Washington opened by James Rouse in 1967. The city is comprised of ten neighborhoods all interconnected with lots of green space and bike paths. It is an amazing place that has biking as part of their exercise routine. Well, I've departed the health club finally, ready for some more traditional mode of exercise. I enter the nearest bike path and I'm off. I pass through lots of well-maintained neighborhoods, commercial and retail areas, green spaces until I reach the back roads of Howard County. My objective for this morning is Patapsco State Park, about an hour from my current location. Once there I will dismount my bike and hike back to the ghost town of Daniels. I lock my bike into the bike stand. I remove my helmet and gloves and place them in the saddle bags. I then run my hands down my biking shorts to adjust my cock for comfort and best show. I notice there are a number of cars parked in the lot. A couple have pe

Author's Note. I am not sure what to categorize my writing as, but this seemed the best place to start. I would love any feedback! --------------------- I saw her crying in the corner, tears washing streaks of makeup down her face. Her hands were trembling, and her friend had her arm around her trying to get her to calm down. My heart broke for this woman I hadn't even met. I wasn't a regular there; I just came to have a drink after a stressful day at work and listen to the jazz band. I was just taking my first sip of wine when the douchebag made a scene. "What the fuck?!" he said as he stood up, knocking the barstool to the ground, punctuating his swear. "If your not gonna fuck me, the least you can do is give me some head." "Hey Tim, chill out!" the bartender quipped, moving around the bar. She was shorter than him by six inches, but she looked like a rhino about to charge. Now the band stopped playing, and everyone was watching. "Mind

Chapter 4: Whirlpool They hang up the phone. Marie sent a message to Ian, to learn the location of the party. They got dressed and one hour later the three girls were on the street, the pin location said. Marie was wearing a short black dress with little white pineapples sketches, pantyhose, black Dr. Martens boots and her leather jacket. On her neck a black O-ring choker her ex had bought her was sitting nicely. Next to her Jess was wearing a short black skirt with pantyhose and boots. Also she wore a black dotted see-through shirt and her denim jacket on top. Both girls had their buttplugs on and every time they looked at each other they would slightly laugh at one another. Annie was wearing jeans combined with a white t-shirt and a ginger knit jacket and had hair made in a french braid. The three girls walked towards the house that clearly was going on. It was actually an apartment complex full of students. It had external balcony-like corridors connecting the apartments and stair

All characters featured in this fictional story are 18 years of age or older. **** "So what are you doing to fill the time now that you're divorced? You're not dating. You're not hooking up. As far as I can tell you're just working and staying at home right?" Kendra's friend Sarah had asked her out for drinks specifically to see if she could get Kendra back into dating. She had someone she wanted to set her up with, but needed to feel her out and see if she was ready. "Well I do have a few new hobbies and I've been reading more." An executive at an advertising firm, Kendra had very little time, let alone patience for dating. Her divorce was a bad one. Her Ex-husband Daryl was abusive and didn't share her appetite for sex. He'd fought her tooth and nail in the divorce. He hired a high powered attorney and even tried for custody of their son just to piss her off. It hadn't always been like that. When they first met she made it clea