The dreams were variations on a theme. He was just a kid, under her control once more, and she'd left him alone—again. Locked him in a closet, one of many she used to contain him. She always claimed it was for his own good. Told him she just wanted to keep him safe. Even at the age of eight, Marshall didn't believe her. But he was helpless to do anything abo...
6. Uncle Blair thought Nettie was someone named Victoria, that I was her beau, and Roger was a chauffeur. Needless to say, I didn't expect to get much out of him, but he was very happy to see us. He had an upper-crust English accent, which was something I didn't expect from Nettie's family. But then, if there was a Raj from India involved...damn my sex-cra...
ooOoo There are scenes of unprotected sex in this story, but it is between two consenting adults in a committed relationship. A condom is always advised when having sex with your partner :) A special shoutout to my best friends turned beta readers: June, Jacques, Jesse and Neapolle. If there are mistakes on the grammar blame it on them :D Comments are hig...
I was met in the baggage area of the Munich international airport by a florid, slightly oversized man, obviously Germanic, who apparently knew who I was, although I didn't have a clue who he was beyond him having introduced himself as Hans when he approached me. They obviously wanted it that way and I was at their command. I didn't actually have any luggage...
It was the spring of 1974 at a lakeside cottage north of Toronto. I was a twenty-four-year old bondage bottom spending the weekend with Robert, an older dominating fellow Englishman and Marco, the hunky straight, but curious, son of the cottage owner eager to try out BDSM. As the evening got late, Robert tied my wrists behind me and held me down while Marco...
We have decided to take a drive and just get away for a while. We dress in shorts and t-shirts, no underwear, because we don't want to be bothered with them when the time is right. You drive and we talk about everything when I reach over and start stroking your leg. I see your cock start to rise in your shorts and that just eggs me on. I trace my fingers a...
I picked my way through piles of corrugated tin, broken toilets, and lawnmower parts and came to a halt when I saw the blue uniforms and the wheel-less old Lincoln Town Car, with the smashed-in engine compartment, sitting on concrete blocks. Mullins had said it was an Inevitable Case when he'd called me, but I'd never get used to seeing the various ways that...
My head was still swimming a bit, but it was done now and couldn't be taken back. I pulled my knees in together with a groan and slipped the plump pillow from under the small of my back. I lowered my feet to the marble floor below the edge of the large lounge bed in the pool house facing the open wall to the terrace-surrounded swimming pool, light reflecting...
Chapter One: One Night in Hannagan's "How good is your French accent?" "I beg your pardon?" Darryl craned his neck, peering around him, but there was no one close enough who could be considered to be within earshot. No one paying the slightest attention. So that settled that. This lunatic must be talking to him. This rather lovely, albeit strange, lunatic...
I arrive home from work at about 10 pm that night. Exhausted from doing all the catch up paperwork from the day. My wife is already in bed with the door closed. Everything is quiet and I assume she is sleeping, when the noises begin. At first it is just my wife's moaning, then it is the familiar sounds of the bed creaking, then rocking. My wife's moans are...