My Master is much younger than I am, and it would be entirely accurate to describe him as a twink. Small, lithe without an ounce of body fat in him apart from a certain softness of his facial features, and packaged in soft, smooth hairless skin. He fully enjoys all the greatest blessings of youth, but there is a devil in him. He found me on the internet. I...
Prelude: I was watching a video of Samantha Bentley stripping off a black bikini top and tattered jean shorts when the question popped in my mind: How many times had I cheated on my wife? I knew it was a lot, and it was all with guys. But putting a number on it was harder. I thought back starting with the year I got married. Back then, I worked a swing s...
I stayed on my hands and knees with his dick in my mouth for a while. He watched a movie, even dozing off a bit. I just waited, I could do nothing but run over my situation in my mind. It didn't get any better. Even limb, he was big, so I was having to hold my mouth open. No way was I going to bite down. With all the control he had over me, I might not survi...
---- This story is a fictional fantasy based on the relationship between my loving boyfriend and myself. Names are changed. For anyone still holding out hope of closure on my other series, I will probably never write chapter 8. I just lost motivation and inspiration because I knew how I wanted it to end (no more hypnotic control and enjoying a summer vacatio...
Here I am, a thirty two year old slave kneeling on the floor next to my Master in the coffee shop. Sure, I used to get strange stares, comments of all sorts, and asked to leave on a few occasions. But those were years ago. I am as common here as I am in the grocery store, the park, the post office, Master's work, and anywhere else really. I am my master's p...
After discovery that upstairs restroom in the student union, I found another smaller restroom in the basement which turned out to be another good spot to look for some action. It had four stalls and two urinals. One morning, I decided to take advantage of the peep holes and see where it would lead. This particular men's room was rarely used, and therefore af...
Every morning started the same. The harsh bell sounded and the lights came on. Roberto whimpered. It was a beautiful dream. They were in a grassy park. The sky was blue, the clouds fluffy white. He was wearing a pretty pink sundress. Damon was laying on his back wearing only a white dinner jacket. He was kneeling between Damon's knees. Damon's big black coc...
Chris wanted out of the Nevada desert. The dust piping his sinuses heightened anxiety. His old 99' Buick rolled its last leg—just making it to Rick's Auto on the intersection of nothing. There was an attached gas station that had not spilled gas in a decade. He pulled up near an open garage with breaks squealing. He rubbed and flipped open his worn leather w...
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 15 It was early afternoon. Bill and I were sitting on my living room couch, sipping beer and watching game video, playing the final minute over and over. The Boulder Buffaloes had been every bit as tough as we'd expected. It was a really close game. Bill ran 30 yards, dancing all around the Buffaloes, making the final touchdown a half-...
I've always been attracted to hairy guys. In particular, hairy guys in dress shirts. There's something so sexy about a hairy chested man with an open shirt collar. It's such a tease...catching a glimpse of the manliness tucked beneath that thin, tight layer of cotton...a total turn on. One day last June, a very hot and humid day as I recall, I decided to ta...