The next morning, I was really fucked up. My body was hurting and I was confused. In a way, I regretted what had happened the night before. What felt great last night seemed like a huge mistake today. It was 1 PM, and my mind was made: I was done with this. I would not go back to Hump tonight. I took a shower, had lunch, and laid right back down on the couc...
Walking to the front door of your condo I notice the door is cracked and there is a note outside. The note reads "I expect you to be fully shaved and wearing your cock ring. I expect you to remain silent the entire time you are here except when you are gagging on my cock or my dildo. I expect you to enter my condo and close the door, then strip entirely nake...
Wow, what a day I was having. All I wanted to do on my first day of my vacation was to relax on the beach and get a little suntan. When I decided that I needed to update my bathing suit, my plans and my situation changed dramatically. When Josh at the surf shop got me to wear a tiny string bikini and then proceeded to shave off all of the hair on my body, I...
We text during the week. I pass on two of my regular sub tops, telling them I'm not in the mood for their dick. I'm horny, but not for them. Diego, yes, we fucking exchanged names. Real names. He's kept me on edge all week. I'm no better. The text are flirty and I find myself looking forward to the damn things. He's ruining my game and I don't mind. I do hav...
The water is hot, it feels good. Last night was mostly a blur, flashes of images, things that don't make a lot of sense. I feel fine, maybe a little dizzy, but nothing too bad. I close my eyes and let the water hit my face and run down the front of me. I feel like I'm going to pass out, still tired and the hot water is lulling me into a daze. I'm just about...
If there was one thing I'd have to identify as Boyd Ames being the most useful to me it would be introducing me to Drake Simpson. The man was gorgeous and forceful just the way I like them—and cocky. That's just the way I like to break them. A control freak—just like I am—so a worthy challenge. I know a secret about control, having it and keeping it, though....
As a child, I loved to gently swing back and forth flying through the air in a converted tire swing. Some of my favorite childhood memories were summer afternoons spent gazing up into the sky at the passing parade of puffy cloud animals. I remember the warmth of the sunshine against my skin and the pungent smell of that old faded rubber tire swing. As I lay...
Cullen made the trip back to his apartment. He sat in his car for about a minute before getting out. He didn't know why, but for some reason he just didn't want to go back inside. He looked over his living room where he had just given a complete stranger a blowjob. He collected the empty beer cans and cleaned up the weed. He had noticed the TV was still on....
The plane ride in from London had been long and crowded, and passport and customs lines and the effervescent Panos were the last things I wanted to see when I was disgorged into the hot and busy immigration hall at Ben Gurion Airport. I wanted nothing more than a stiff glass of scotch on the rocks, a shower, and four hours of sleep in a Tel Aviv hotel room b...
I then heard the unmistakable snap of latex gloves going onto a hand, then felt Steve's hand moving around my butt, it was slick with some liquid and he pushed between the saddle and my ass trying to touch all of my ass and even tightly around the base of the plug. He was having to force his hand in to lift each cheek momentarily from the saddle to coat them...