I serve them salad in white ceramic dishes. Without dressing. Magister Vance reaches out to the clasp of the short pleated white kirtle I'm wearing. He waits, allowing my refusal as protocol demands, for everything here is done through humility and consent. Naturally, as etiquette dictates, I allow his hands free rein. He unclasps the belt, and I inhale, ho...
"You're to wear this at all times whilst you're in public." Lavin told me, his eyes burning into mine as he placed the silver mask in my hand. I stared down at it fearfully and felt gorge rise in my throat. Surely they couldn't expect me to don such a monstrous thing for days at a time? The moulding of the things lips were pressed firmly closed. Its expressi...
I don't want to write this. I avoided having to begin writing it down. But there are things that need to be said, and no-one else to say them. It starts with the boy. I say 'How old are you?' He says 'Nineteen, sir.' I say 'Are you sure?' He says 'Yes sir, thank you sir.' We are in the Motel room, me, him... and Mr McMasters, his manager, agent, or whatever...
Content/trigger warning: This series contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context. * DUSTY I woke up this morning and for half a second my brain is mercifully empty, but then it's overflowing with the memory of everything that happened yes...
Sometimes, when my wife isn't home, and I get horny from watching too many half naked 20-somethings on cable tv, I play with my cock until it starts to grow just a little. Since I don't have underwear on, the crotch of my basketball shorts starts to dome, and one of my hands reaches underneath to feel the naked skin of my semi-hard cock. With my free hand I...
What follows is the completely true story of the weekend that changed my life. This really happened to me and took place in the summer of 2008 just after graduating from high school. My name is Andrew and I was a major stoner in school. I had a lot of friends, mostly due to the fact I always had really great weed that I would get from my rich old neighbor...
"I ... I don't understand." Michel whispered something to Tommy and he made a mad dash for the bar while Caiden looked on dumbfounded. "It's a long story. Why don't we go sit down and I'll spell it out for you?" The speech took the better part of thirty minutes and Caiden sat numbly and listened to every word while Tommy sat silently, sucking first one, th...
I try not to speak ill of anyone, especially of my own countrymen, but the world would have been much better if Queen Blanche's understeward, Kobus, had gone down in one of the other ships in the storm. He was only with us because his parents were close friends of Blanche's father and they had a son who embarrassed them with his brazenness and the mischief h...
Colonel Dieter Kielman, assistant to the assistant German attaché to NATO Headquarters, Brussels, Belgium, leaned his long, rangy body against the frame of the open French door leading out onto the wrought iron balcony that he dare not step out onto. The Hotel Amigo, no matter how friendly and accommodating to the type of midday tryst he had come so willingl...
Welcome once again to the wonderful world of Kitten and Gweall. Have you ever wondered what it's like when two authors work together? Tune in to my blog for a special interview with Gweall and visit his blog to see his interview with me! **************** Gavin threw another newspaper on their tiny fire. The scared faces around him were illuminated for a...