In the city of Fullerton, Lisa arrived home after a long day at work. She had hoped to see her husband in the house, and when she walked inside, she heard the faint sound of music originating from upstairs. At first, Lisa thought none of it. But then, she began to recognize the distinct mainstream sound of the song. It was a song performed by Katy Perry, fro...
This is part 1 of a series. If people enjoy this I will continue posting the rest of the story. ***** I am on all fours, my thong-clad ass perkily jutting up into the air. I can feel the oil he's poured over my body begin to drip across my shaved, bleached asshole. He runs his calloused hands across my body. Partially he's doing this to spread the oil, b...
Last night was different. I don't feel well. That is to say that physically I feel fine, better than ever, but I'm disgusted and sick in my heart and mind. It's like I said before, when he's here and with me it all makes sense, but when he's gone I'm left wondering what I was thinking. Even as I sit here writing this, I can feel him inside of me, and the dou...
Author's note: This is erotic fantasy and completely fictional. The main character, Jack, is a fictional, generic social media star / influencer, and is not a real person. As always, would love to get feedback in comments and messages. ***** Jack wakes up naked in bed, being spooned by his master, in his Airbnb in LA. Recent events still kind of feel like...
How much I love the smell of Ivory Soap mixed with the musky scent of my dad. Takes the white bar from my dad's outstretched hand, grasp it tightly, so afraid of dropping it, making him think that I'm trying to be some sort of shower stall cliche'. Problem is, this is exactly what's going through my mind. I want him, wish he would ravage me, take me in his...
Dr. Emory had called it a day at the tomb dig outside Sudan's upper Nile Sulb Temple. It had been so hot that I had stripped down to a pair of cotton bush shorts for the afternoon. I was standing by the water buckets, ladling cool water over my head and letting it sluice down my body when I noticed Clint Winston, another of the archaeologists on the dig, and...
At first, I was afraid my extracurricular, penile adventures had been discovered. Warm weather finally made its way to Boston, but more changed than the season. My wife came home from a third extended trip to the Memphis hospital she had been temporarily staffing. She was distant and quiet, and finally broke down in tears in our kitchen. This is it, I thou...
This chapter contains adult language and light bondage between two consenting adult males. If that is not your thing, I suggest skipping this story. As always, I would like to thank the best editor in the universe. Bert_Fegg, you are awesome! Also, a big thank you to everyone who is reading, rating, commenting and/or favoriting this story. It makes my day...
By Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn © 2007/8 CHAPTER SEVEN EVERYTHING HAS A PRICE Welcome all to Chapter Seven in the dark and deadly tale of Vampires and cruel Blood Lust in sinful San Francisco. Our story is a little over half-way home now, many thanks to our readers for their patience and tolerance. What I have come to think of as the...
I was a nude life drawing model when I was in my 20s. I was regarded as an excellent model since I was completely comfortable being nude in a group of clothed people and I could hold poses very well. I also was very creative in my poses. I worked very regularly, and worked around five times a week for ten years. It is now over 25 years since I last posed, an...