"S-sir...I assure you this is just a mis-misunderstanding...as soon as you let me free, I'll see to their pun-punishment!" Joel Lancaster surveyed the other man before him. Erin had been tied to Joel's very bed, hands bound by a scarf to the headboard and blindfolded. Joel was sitting on the edge of the bed, fingering the gag that had been previously held...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that the usual discla...
Author's Note: STOP!!! If you've read my stories before, you should probably be warned that THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT. I've had a lot of requests to write a story with a homosexual storyline. This story represents my first attempt to do so. Even so, elements of heterosexuality still crept in (what can I say?), but I gave it an honest shot. If male/male activit...
"What's for dinner? Lamb chops, I hope. You do those so well." "Of course, if that's what you want, Ely. If that's what you want, than that's what we'll have." He's got no taste buds left, I think. What does he care if it's lamb, pork, or shit? Note to self—while I try to keep my voice from having the sarcastic edge Ely had complained about of late. Of cou...
Mornings for James Wendell were a blur these days, starting with a jerk out of bed and ending with him preparing himself the same way each day towards his desk at The Kleinmann Company. William Kleinmann, Jr. had been C.E.O. for almost twelve years after the company's founder, William, Sr. succumbed to brain cancer. The senior Kleinmann's genius was tainted...
"So what does it take?" the annoying bitch asked. I tore my eyes from the specimen I was admiring and shot her a look. "I mean to fall in love with a guy. What does it take?" I sighed and looked around. It was back in the 80's, fag hags still had a lot to learn. The men were hot and solid, and although the diseases were beginning to become rampant, I didn't...
Thanks to all who have commented on my previous stories. I will try to make this one longer and go into details. Do tell me if you liked this one for not. Suggestions are always welcome. *** After my first time with Daddy, we regularly had sex, mostly at my place. He would come to my house when I was alone and make me his bitch. He loved to see me dressed...
It has taken me 3 years to get the nerve to put this to paper, but it is something I feel I finally must do. What follows is a true story of fantasies, curiosity, lust, desire and ultimately satisfaction. Enjoy . . . Like so many men in these stories, I was your typical heterosexual married man, in his mid 30's, who was pretty sure where he stood in life....
(For a variation story on the first two paragraphs and the topic of a suicide attempt, see the sr71plt story "Helpful Hiker.") * I will always remember the barn. How could I ever forget it? It was a big, corrugated iron one, dull with age and with no windows on the lower level and just one at each end, up in the gable. Tall narrow windows that let light i...
"Fuck me," she moaned. Her hands clutching the side of her face as closed eyelids took her to worlds beyond. A glistening of my spit on the side of her mouth. I sank deeper into her, grabbing her bouncing tits like a steering wheel, pressing them to keep myself in balance as my lower body plowed her senseless. The soft lips sucked my dick as it drilled her s...