This story is purely fictional, however, will explore some of my deepest fantasies. *** It's been two weeks, I departed from my hometown in Maine at exactly the right time to catch that highway patrol guy. I was driving down that highway again, no cop in sight. I even pick up my speed a little in hopes that he'll stop me. I pull off at the rest area, and...
This eight-chapter novella, inspired by Thomas Wolfe's Look Homeward Angel, is set at inception in Asheville, North Carolina, in the second decade of the twentieth century. Posting of the work will be completed within three weeks chapter one posts. * "It won't be long now." The young man had a booming voice—a surprise coming out of his frame, which wasn't...
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....
This story is a work of fiction. All character within this story are fictional and any resemblance to any actual parties in mere coincidence. Please do not re-distribute for any reason without seeking the authors permission, though the author does encourage you to share with friends. Please feel free to contact the author, Kenji De Sade, for any reason at th...
"You must relax and trust me. It's for your own good. You must be very still or there could be damage." I did trust the count. What other reason would I have come with him to this isolated area of his vineyard estate, to this shepherd's hut, when he said it would be a very special, a dangerous, taking. Still, I had blurted the question when, my bare buttoc...
There was a conference on our campus. One of those two day ordeals put on my some state agency, we all have to endure at times. Thank goodness I wasn't involved in this one, but I had business at the Conference Center shortly after lunch. I entered through the doors on the west side of the building because they were on the other end of the conference and als...
Bayler and I grew up together and were close buds. We shared a lot about ourselves. Yeah, and at eighteen we had our firstimes together, too. Bay and I played a lot after that. Then one day he just up and told me this story about his 'desires'. He went way beyond anything I ever imagined for either of us. So it's best for him to tell you himself... Hey, I'm...
AN: I apologize for such a long wait for the fourth installment of this series. I was recently diagnosed with Fibromyalgia and have been dealing with getting my health under control, plus my computer died on me, so that had to be replaced. I should be back to a normal pace of writing, now that I am doing better. Thank you readers for your comments and feedba...
Being bound to Master Mike's cross made me powerless and yet I struggled with a burning desire to hold his head in my hands as he swallowed my cock. If my hands were free, I would have caressed the backs of his ears with my fingers while holding his head within my palms. If the ball gag were out of my mouth I would tell him what a wonderful feeling he was gi...
You wait for me in the darkened room, leather encasing your wrists, my blindfold over your eyes, your knees aching from bearing your weight on the bare floor. I wonder sometimes what you think, bound as you are, preparing to give everything to me. Why must you do it? What is it about abasing yourself that brings you such contentment? I take a breath, then...