I had gotten a job in South New Jersey, not bad, right after law school. It took me awhile to clean out my old apartment so I did not get to leave on the road until Saturday morning. I was a little angry at myself for waiting so long, my plan was to get to a hotel on Friday night then check out the bar scene all Saturday and Sunday, pick a new place based...
I strolled down Folsom street heading towards one of the better known gay S&M stores nestled in the heart of San Francisco. Though I had no idea what the weekend held in store for me, I found myself nonetheless excited to be visiting again and yet, just beneath that electric excitement was a sense of nervousness about entering a gay adult shop. I was after...
Dominating a Neighbor Chapter 7 "Don't look at me. I'm not ready to marry him." Those words echoed in my head. Later afternoon after sleeping in Kyle's childhood bed with him, I left him to his family to return home. Kyle had come back a few days later, and I had just thrown a tremendous fuck into him. He was sleeping on my chest. I had said those words to...
"A cherry red convertible? 1965?" "Yep, six coats of base under six coats of clear." "And completely rebuilt" "Yep, all genuine Pontiac GTO parts. A 389 V8 trimotor, four-speed manual, with 3.73 gears. I'm telling you you won't find a honey classic GTO like this anywhere else for much under a hundred grand." "Can you hold it for three hours? No, two hour...
It had been a somewhat stressful week. I work as an international antiques dealer, you see. My work takes me all over, with a lot of tiring travel. As I near fifty, it is getting noticeably harder. Having said that, I do keep myself in excellent shape with a lot of working out and expensive beauty therapies, and my mind remains sharp and youthful due to my f...
Afternoon – four-nineteen pm, and it's tar-melting sultry-hot. Hitch-hiking down through France, the Loire valley, medieval hill-top towns, and beyond. My nineteenth summer, in distressed jeans, faded T-shirt and backpack, dark shoulder-length hair and shades, as much for cool as the bullying solar glare. After a chain of short-term and unsatisfactory thumb-...
He had his dick inside me a half hour after we'd met. Jorgen was that good, he was. It also was like I was fucking myself. Almost a mirror image, which was no less surprising because he was Scandinavian and I'm an American—never knowing before then that my ancestry might have been Scandinavian too. Granted I'd entered the beach bar in Brindisi, Italy, to ge...
I had been told that the assignment was a bit kinky, but a weekend stopover in Hawaii and three days on my own in Tokyo, paid for by the generous fee addition, were enough for me not to care. My pimp, Leon, told me to make myself blond all over, which I had grown used to in any assignment sending me to the Orient. And I was a bit intrigued because I was told...
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I hadn't planned on letting Masters get to me—it was perhaps the last thing I'd ever say I'd do. He didn't fool me a bit, the pompous, egotistical user. But there was a reason he was able to bend so many to his will. He had charisma. He also could fuck like no one else I'd ever met. I only found that out by a crooked route, though. One night, three weeks in...