Author's note: The following depicts a while male master sexually dominating a black male slave in the period just before the Civil War. I have every intent of writing a black male dom/white male sub story that takes just after the war. If the racial politics of this fiction upsets you, please skip it. When in the summer of 1859 I returned to my family's...
BDSM clubs are absolutely not for everybody, not even people who like BDSM. It takes something that is usually private and brings it right out in the open. The club that I have been a member of for four years allows everything short of fucking in the main hub, the giant area that most people hang out in. Every time I walk in I'm usually greeted with the soun...
My only day off in a ten-day business trip to northern Germany was cold, with a heavy wet snow coming down. Looking through all my options on how to use my day I decided to find a men's bathhouse and enjoy the opportunities that a German bathhouse offers. I got off the train and walked the 3 blocks to the address I found online. Paying my fee, I was given a...
Ch. 04 FIRST SCENE *If you're just getting to this story for the first time, welcome... but please know you've arrived at chapter 4 of a series that makes more sense when read from the beginning. Also, please be warned- this story is geared to those who enjoy a slow burn and mental kink as much as the physical. --------------- The hours between two and...
This story is a fantasy of what I would like to happen sometime. I hope you enjoy it. It's Saturday afternoon, August 6, 2011. I am in the Mangy Moose Salloon in Hill City, SD enjoying a cold beer after having ridden the 150 miles from my home in WY for the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally. I was waiting for some guys to show up that I had been messaging on Crai...
I woke up, and my mood was like the day. Sticky and hot. I had to find some fun today, it go crazy. I picked up my tablet, and opened my favorite app. Scanning through the profiles there, one caught my eye. He was a young guy. That wasn't what caught my eye; in this case I actually knew him. He'd grown up with my daughter way back when. I had to say some...
I am not really certain how I got into this situation, it all seemed to start innocently enough. I was on the road, staying in a pretty upscale hotel in St. Louis, and after changing into a golf shirt and loose pair of shorts had gone to the bar to have a drink after dinner. There was an early season college football game on the TV behind the bar so I sat on...
I walked down the road quickly, people were staring at me and judging me. But fuck them, I loved it, what just happened to me was intense and I loved it. This is a true story about how I ended up walking down a busy high street in Hull in a flowery bra and covered in cum. But first, some context.... I've always considered myself a heterosexual, nothing tu...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While each chapter is a story in its own right, you will probably enjoy them more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapters 1-4 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** Chris paced antsily back and forth, eyeing the windows...
I love working out in the gym, it is and always has been one of my favourite hobbies. I like the gym when it is empty and there is all the equipment available for use. I hate loads of people being about. Another thing I like about the gym is what I wear. I wear a tank top with jock strap with some tight cycle shorts. I have an 11-inch cock, which is also qu...