Steve pulled me by my cock and I followed him like an obedient puppy. "I told you I'd see a lot of you slut. Now it's time for me to explore every nook and cranny of you as we prepare you for Master S," Steve said with a notable mirth to his words "I think you'll like that... well some of it anyway." It had been more than a few minutes since my last indul...
Drake looked through the picture window of the prefab and rubbed his eyes against the desert sun. Why did they have a picture window in the conference room of the administrative building at all, he wondered. Why not a cooling Alpine scene mural on a blank wall? All he could see was sand and sun and blue sky—and the plumbing equipment for natural gas extracti...
The year is 1974. I just turned twenty and am still living at home with my parents. I hate it. But it's a small town and I can't move away until September when I start my first semester at university. I'm still a virgin. That being said, I walk around half hard most of the time obsessing about having sex with one of the older guys I see cruising around...
When I got to their house, only Pierre was home. He's the guy who likes to play master. He isn't into 24/7, rather equal day-to-day, but during the sessions he's a dominant top, loves flogging, rigging and pretty much everything BDSM tops would. And loves to see the excitement of the sub. We pretty much just said hi, happy to see each other, then he pushed...
* I was unprepared for this story. Classes, exams, 2 weeks without a computer, as well as a particularly frustrating writer's block all contributed, and for those I will not apologize. What I WILL apologize for, is that I have another story that I've been working on. A new one. 86 pages on a Pages document. Every minute that I spent writing this new story...
Shit! I'm running late for work. It was just one of those "I don't feeling like getting out of bed" days. Oh well, I'm only 30 minutes late. I take the exit off the freeway and I've only got 5 miles left. I turn onto Main Street. Only 3 miles left. Oh no! My car is sputtering. What the hell. Just great you idiot! You're out of gas. Fuck, I'm right in bet...
The Cherokee jeep pulled up outside the exclusively named hotel and spa and the dark haired driver turned to smile at the surprised gasp of his blond companion. He gazed at the angelic face, the luscious lips open in an 'o' of shock. "Think you can put up with spending a couple of days here, love," he asked, his warm voice resonating with amusement. He reac...
©Copyright jvaughn, 2013, 2014. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. * Ed was furious. This is such a fucking clusterfuck! I should have known Salt wouldn't wait for us. I can't believe he walked into a vampire's lair alone, the idiot. He's probably dead by now. If we're very lucky Valjevo won't tak...
The following is a fictional story from a the fantasies of a bi-curious man. Becoming a Cock Slave Part 1: The Roadside Blowjob I was driving down a deserted country road after a two-day business trip. My job is to drive around the region and make presentations, so this wasn't unusual. I usually get the weekends off to spend with my wife so it's not a bad...
Psalm 55:12-13 I wasn't sure exactly what it was about that Easter Sunday, but I felt blissfully at peace with myself. Something about the combination of beautiful weather, the morning service, the promise of a family brunch, and the familiar scent of white lilies in colorful foil-wrapped pots - which it was my job to pick out from behind the altar every ye...