I moaned softly as the dark-haired man ran his tongue over my nipple and then over it again, chills running down my spine at the feel of the hard, round metal stud rubbing on my nipple. I was thinking hard, although having a hard time organizing my thoughts—Steve was his name, I thought. I had met up with him in the bar downstairs. I don't know what had dra...
Author's Note: Mild bondage plus toy usage. Here you go. *** Arthur thought he was slightly too small to be the bigger spoon, but Vince told him that didn't matter. Besides, according to Vince, being the little spoon was so damn fun. He happily dug his hand under Vince's knee, helping to keep the hairy leg slightly elevated, as his wrapped dick sawed i...
Chapter 3: Patrick & Conrad When I left the bathroom the first person I saw was Patrick standing right outside the door. He looked me up and down as if he were checking me out. He smiled and said, "Those sweatpants look really good on you." "Yeah, thanks. They are a bit snug but comfy for now until my clothes dry." "Until then, Alkibiades would like to ta...
"And that's, essentially, what the Watergate scandal was about, as well as its numerous effects on American politics and culture." Richey stated. "Thank you Mr. Kirk and Mr. Doyle. You may be seated." Mr. Sumner lead the class in its obligatory applause, which was decidedly less enthused than it had been at the beginning of the presentations. Overall, I'd...
Author's note: This initial chapter involves male-on-male handjob. Future editions will involve different types of sex. All characters are over eighteen. ***** When I turned eighteen, we were as broke as a family could be. My mother, twin sister, and I worked crappy jobs just to make ends meet. After years of eating whatever we could afford and dashing fro...
I flipped open my Zippo, sparking it, and brought it to the tip of my cigarette. I inhaled deeply, letting the warm smoke travel through my lungs before letting it come back out in a slow exhale. There is something about cigarettes that make me feel powerful, make me feel like I am the ruler of all things, most of all my life. I live for the day I don't need...
"The ink you sold me was the wrong color. I was hoping I could exchange the shipment. My order was for Royal Blue, but I was sent black. Please advise how to resolve this matter." The tone of the voice on the other end didn't match with the content of what was being said. The woman was frantic, her voice shaky. She sounded robotic, like she was reciting fro...
This is part 3 of a 3 part true story. It will be followed by a brief epilogue. For this to make sense you may want to read parts 1 and 2 first. * My head was swimming during the drive home from Jim's, now for the second time I remember very little of it. Jim's big cock, Laura's relentless and very effective humiliating control, Dee's trashy but very hot l...
Dusk was upon me as I pulled into the campground and set up my tent. I had made an early start from back East, changed planes, then drove a hundred miles north and a few thousand feet higher to reach the park. I was wiped out but I had promised myself I would keep my brand new sleeping bag clean for my girlfriend joining me this weekend: no spooge stains on...
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