This story is pure fiction, all characters are above 18 and consenting. Enjoy some dominant cop and bbc action! ***** It was October and Bryan was wandering down some rarely driven road just outside Denver. He was 22 years old and had enough of regular life. He quit his job, sold just about everything he owned, bought a good backpack, and just started wal...
Recently, I met Marcus, through a friend, and he is bi-sexual, and possesses a truly awesome Black Snake, at 12 inches and really thick. It is probably the most that I could possibly handle, but he has been able to get it all into my ass pussy. He is a strong lover that will indulge my feminine side, taking charge but not working the Dom/Sub thing. I like lo...
It was late Friday night and I was walking home from the club I worked at while studying. I decided to take a short cut through a park that was half way. This was well in the inner city and the streets weren't always safe so this was probably not the best idea, but I was tired and in a hurry to get home. As I was walking alone through the poorly lit, nearly...
***Content note: some bi content in this one. The focus remains Chad's descent into gay submission.*** They ended the night passed out on the same bed, but in the morning Chad was gone. Brad sighed, exasperated. It was obvious Chad was having another freak-out about his desires, and was now trying to avoid him. He was sure, though, that Chad would be back f...
Everybody was decked out in cowboy boots, jeans, and bandannas at the afternoon barbecue. Of course, Derek with his sleeveless button-up shirt, tight jeans (with a big buckle belt), and cowboy boots looked like the Playgirl cover model for the cowboys issue. Everyone watched him swagger around the patio. Karen gave him a cowboy hat, and every gay guy and str...
It's my secret. It's my hidden desire. My love. I don't share it with anyone. I don't expect anyone to understand, I don't understand myself. I don't know why I do it, well, yes, I do. I'm a jerk, an asshole, a bastard, and a closet case of sorts. If my friends knew, they would look differently at me. I would feel differently in front of them, so I get my fi...
Sorry folks for the delay. My computer crashed from a virus and I've just resurrected this chapter from Word--phew! I am submitting it now rather than work on it more since I'm not sure I can save it to my currently inaccessible hard drive. More to follow! -------------------------------------------------- I woke up with a start. I could have sworn James...
I was sitting outside the cottage door, just in my shorts, wondering if the farmer who had rented the rustic Cotswold cottage with the thatched roof and the rose trellis beside the door to me for two weeks had misinterpreted my offer. It hadn't been in so many words, but I think I had been clear enough in my nonverbal delivery. But maybe not. Maybe signaling...
(Written for specific fetish request by SA) "The Hamiltons have asked whether you can go to Lexington with Mr. Hamilton for the Dressage at Lexington competitions in July, Santo. You'd be his groom for the three days there, and if you worked out well, you could stay on helping them here at Ash Creek Farms for the rest of the summer before you go back to s...
The ride back from the frat to the hotel was a whirlwind of information and feelings. The ladies were celebrating my first job and saying how well I did though Ashley teased that she missed my "tits" which were now sitting in the back of our vehicle. Flavia, pressed against me in the back seat suggested she liked me both ways just fine, which I enjoyed until...