This is a true account of how I lost my anal virginity. I travel a fair amount for work and a few months back I was in another city for an industry conference simply to have a presence there for my company and network with potential clients. The last night there is the fundraising gala, which is not my favourite thing, but great food and liquored up prospe...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** "You lost the football match." I said, looking up from my newspaper as I lounged on the sofa. William sighed, pushing the front door closed, dumping his things on the ground. He was covered in dirt, which told me that he did put some effort in; clearly, he hadn't put enough in. Fol...
Author's Note: This story is inspired by/for slave sal of Florida. It is a fantasy of what his perfect slave life would be, and who knows, maybe it will come true. Of course, I couldn't help but put myself in it as well :) . I'm also conforming to some of his slave voice style of writing. There will be some "inspired by actual events" parts as well. Enjoy!...
3 A Side of Beef Jack's vanishing act the next day wasn't unexpected, just hated. Once again, I roamed my apartment, coming up empty-handed. The fifty I'd tucked beneath the melted red candle on the kitchen table was untouched. I didn't want to buy Jack but I didn't want him cold or hungry or roaming around homeless. I'd fallen hard for the man in the spac...
Re-up of previous fic. It wasn't the first time that week that Riley was bored. He lolled about in his chair at his workspace, looking around for something to get on with. Time was ticking by so slowly. For a Thursday it was dragging, and even though a lot of work had to get done, the unit was up to a full team -- where the term 'many hands make light wor...
I get up and walk towards the door, he follows quickly with his leather gloves resting on my hips. "Okay boy. Let's change. I don't want to get the leather covered in cooking stuff. Put on one of your T-shirts' and jeans. Meet me in the kitchen." He leaves the room and I quickly change into the clothes I bought. I put the leather clothes on the table nea...
When you wake up, the morning sun is peaking through your bedroom curtains. The smell of breakfast seeps through the air vents and you can hear your family going about their morning ritual of yelling about the news, laughing uncontrollably, and altogether being as Italian as possible. For a moment, you question why Mother didn't wake you up at seven as she a...
(c) Copyright jvaughn, 2014. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Chapter Three "Fuckin' son of a bitch!" Hearing a deep angry voice so close to him, Kim was instantly wide-awake, heart pounding. He jumped to his feet and backed away from the giant on his futon. The events of the previous evening c...
I opened my eyes, blinked, yawned, closed them again. I felt confused, disoriented in a way that was... strange. It wasn't like waking up was supposed to be, I wasn't half asleep. I can't remember getting in the bed, in fact I can't remember the last thing I remember. Where did consciousness end last? I was clueless. I tired to move my body and I found it...
It's Monday, and Mondays always seem to suck. I suspect that it is a universal experience, returning to work after a couple of days off. It kind of highlights all the "have-to's" and makes things seem less fun. For my job there are lots of extra tasks piled onto Mondays to make them even more of a pain in the ass. So, I am not leaping into this day with joy...