Polite talk, in general, requires staying within "accepted" boundries. For example, asking someone about mastrubation could cause trouble. You just don't ask and nobody talks about it. It's like noboby does it! What about spanking? Nobody ever got spanked when they were younger. Or did they? What about now? Does anybody want to, or do they? I asked Al, a 1...
I came to slowly, the flashing colored lights taking their time to form in my consciousness. Whatever Tony had spiked my drink with was slow to let loose of me. I was lying on a bed. I tried to rise, but my hands were cuffed together above me and my legs were cuffed as well to the lower corners of the bed. But the bonds were loose there. I could raise my leg...
Max made a final fake cough as he phoned in sick for the day. It was never his plan to do this so soon after taking the job, but the excitement was too intense for him to wait any longer. Lying in bed, he felt his cock throb. But it wasn't time yet. Footsteps, loud bangs and chatter continued throughout the walls as his housemates rushed to get ready for wo...
At last I have the courage to write about my sexual experiences. All the stories are true. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. STORY 3 Two months later I was moved to another department within the railway works. I became settled there. 12 months later I became engaged to a girl from a small town some 12 miles away. Looking back I think...
I knew this day would arrive eventually. My wife and Mother insisted on it. Many times they'd sit and talk about me as though I wasn't there giving them pedicures. Pedicures. It's not as easy as it sounds. Cindy, my wife decided that I needed to get some skills and literally took me to the local community college and enrolled me in a class that trained gir...
Chapter Six -Atlas and Company The next day I could hardly walk. My ass was really sore and my whole body felt bruised. I decided to stay in bed and cancelled my classes. I had a long hot bath and went back to sleep waking up at around 11, to the sound of the butt plug. buzzing in my bag on the floor beside my bed. Damn, I couldn't possibly. I sat on the e...
One Friday night, feeling courageous I decide to do what I have long fantasized about, and go to a male sex club in San Francisco to lose my virginity. I slip on a pair of shiny pink silk bikini panties, which hug my tight buns and wrap a matching pink satin garter belt with lace trim around my waist. I then roll sheer white stockings with French backseams...
Noah was just tall enough for his toes to touch the floor from the pipe he was hung on. His arms were cuffed around it, twisted behind his back to put all of his weight on his shoulders. The laundry room was cold without his clothing; his prison uniform was crumpled in the corner, day-glow orange reflecting the dim lights. It was the closest thing to sunshin...
An hour after he got the phone call from Jason, Troy pulled up in front of the garage, got out of the car, and hefted his overnight bag over his shoulder. He'd tried to call the dumb bastard twice during the trip, with no answer, but he was pretty sure he knew where Jason would be. Passing through the building, he dropped his bag in Jason's office and headed...
As I lay in your arms I can't help but remember the first time that you took me. I was 18. I was sleeping in your bed due to a storm that startled me. I had always been afraid of thunder storms and you would always allow me to climb in bed with you. You were a friend of my mom's since I was a child of 4. She knew that you were gay but also she knew that y...