Despite all the love, sweat and heat, make no mistake, we were still in prison. A miserable, suppressed, restricted life. Being in love with Jake was both amazing and frustrating. He was amazing, but it frustrated me how little I could for him. I wished I could serve him, massage him, cook for him, be dutiful in ways other than in bed. There's so much in pri...
We stopped in Galena, Illinois that night, early enough to check into a motel, and quickly getting some directions from the desk clerk, went out for a brisk four-mile run around the pretty old town. We ran in just the same gym shorts we'd being'wearing' all day. My uncle was a regular jogger, and in great shape, but since I'd been in training for three sport...
This is a tale of male on male, group, non-consensual sex... if this sort of thing is not to your liking, don't read it... If you are intrigued, and/or into such things, please carry on. Also, bear in mind, this is not a story of actual events or people, it is mere fantasy. All characters are over the age of 18. ***** One Fateful Night... It took place,...
The Blind Massage sign in the hotel lobby had me salivating when I trudged back in all sweaty and stiff from another day enduring the unrelenting heat and rubble-strewn dysfunction of Indonesian cities. I was aching from riding the cramped and thumping old buses that serve as public transport and tight-necked from being on guard against the thieves and band...
The third, and final part of a first time experience. Sometimes things don't always go as smoothly and we would want them to; sometimes guilt can get in the way. I felt his hand on my back. This time, unlike earlier, I flinched. "You okay?" Mile asked again. "Yes," I lied, "I just need the loo," I compounded the lie and headed towards the bathroom. Once...
The books Adrian refers to are The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole age 13 ¾, and The Growing Pains of Adrian Mole, by Sue Townsend - brilliantly funny books summing up the early 1980s in Thatcher's Britain. _______________________________________________________ Sunday, I don't get up early, but I slink into my office as soon as I do wake up. Dan prises me ou...
I don't know how I worked into this. Just lucky, I guess. Got my daddy's genes. Horny stuff has happened to me since way back in high school. I was, what, eighteen? Heat had a lot to do with it. Ninety degrees any day of the week in the summer and not much less even in winter. In 1950 St. Uanitá was a dusty little town in the deep South built around a cross...
This story contains femdom, gay conversion, extreme humiliation, BDSM aspects, mind fucking and frankly, is fairly extreme. If you enjoy it, please check out Power Trip, by wally_west, who inspired this story. Comments, ideas and feedback are welcomed and sought after! Last part. ***** Cynthia took her nephew out again the next day under the pretense of it...
It wasn't the best job in the nation, but it was still a good job. Cliff would seldom expect to lift heavy boxes and drive forklifts for the rest of his life, but seeing as how discomfort never found a place in this particular environment, he never complained about his limited opportunities in the job market. The robust thirty-four-year-old man had spent the...
*Author's Note: I wanted to tell this chapter from both perspectives. I tried to make the POV change as painless as possible. Please let me know what you think.* Chapter 4: Relocated Bobby filled my thoughts as I put my clothes in my dresser. I had been with Bobby everyday over the past few months and it felt like a piece of me left when he rode back home...