[This is a completed four-chapter series of four interlocking stories that will complete posting before the send of September 2017] Christopher's Story Chris Wilson became aware of a change in the pattern of the gurgling sound of the respirator across the bedroom in the king-sized bed. Knowing this signaled that Earl would be awake—and perhaps even that he...
I have gone to bath houses in the past wearing anklets, wrist cuffs, and a collar with a chain. I would put the chain around my back where it would fall down in my ass and put the bottom of it around my cock. I would then make a gstring or thong like device from old cloth. I would then have a towel on only folding it multiple times and putting it around my w...
I had resigned myself to another frustrating night alone without relief. It had been two weeks since I had last been allowed an orgasm, and the need was deep in my groin. This was not the first time that a significant period of time had passed without contact from my master, but this was the longest he had gone without coming to me, and he had been very spe...
I woke up in the middle of the night, aware that something had changed. We weren't moving, and there was no feeling of a motor grinding under us. I was locked in one of the smaller cabins belowdecks—not bound and not particularly uncomfortable, but my channel was sore. I would recover fast, but never in my life had I had such a ride as Fazil Fikret and his...
There had been rain off and on all day, and it started up again as I was walking from the theater in Tokyo's Ni-chome district of Shinjuku, so I dipped into a small grocery store entered by a foyer in a small apartment building. The deluge, although heavy, hadn't lasted long, and I could use some snacks for the hotel, so I walked the aisles of the store in s...
I get home from work one day. As I walk in the front door my wife greets me, dressed in a skimpy little outfit. Her hair is cut in a short bob style and dyed bleach blonde. Her eyebrows are brown as is her bush, which is shaved in a small strip which I can faintly see through the fishnet skirt she has on. It's a smoking hot look that she's kept for a while....
We both were wearing our fatigues and bundled up against the fall night air at the edge of the woods behind the mess hall. So far there was no reason to adjust our warm clothing beyond my fly being unbuttoned. My cock was out as I leaned back against a tree trunk, but it was being kept warm by Corporal Hart's mouth enveloping it. Corporal Hart was just one...
Diary of a Cock Sucker. Chapter 23. In which our hero enjoys sweet dreams. I waken with a start. The room is dark and silent. And then I feel Thad behind me and the reason why I have woken. His erection is hot and urgent, pressing against me. He has his arm around me, his belly and chest pressing against my back. I feel his cock throbbing and it is all to...
The Dorfbewohner—the merchants, servants, sluggards, and patrons alike—of the ancient and wealthy mountain village of Uberusel in the Swabian Alps tripped oohing and ahhing and twittering out into the village square next to the city fountain overseen by the benign stone-cold figure of Prince Gerhard of the Swabian Hollenusterans. The snow on the cobblestones...
Copyright 2012 Naoko Smith For James and with grateful thanks to Fran * As soon as Dar Vaie walked into the hotel bar he was aware of Hanya Lein. The bar room was full of the pleasurable warmth of men and women sharing a beer and a good story after work, perhaps a friendly flirtation, perhaps something more heartfelt. They sat in comfortable groups, gol...