If you have not read part one I encourage you to do so! This story is much better read from the beginning. So the next morning when I awoke, as best I can recall, I had very conflicted emotions about our kinky night before. To anyone reading this who has not lived out a kinky fantasy at some point you often feel a bit ashamed or jealous the first time. M...
The inspiration for the details of "She Learns Her Place" (another story I've posted here) is a fantasy that occurred to me a few years ago. I can't really be sure why I had it, but it has definitely stuck with me over the years, and I never fail to get very turned on when I think about it. In this fantasy, I'm in the submissive role. Anyway, the fantasy f...
A fun childhood, great time at school with lots of friends, a love of football, and all the things young, healthy teenagers liked. That had been my life. I left school at 16 with a few minor certificates and just enough brains to keep me in a white collar job in a large insurance company. I had been there for two years and, though I had lost contact with man...
I punched in the combination for the side entrance. I contemplated taking the elevator up to my third floor room but thought it might be a bit too risky not knowing who might be on the other side of the elevator doors when they opened. So, instead, I walked up the side staircase. I got up the three flights without being seen, but as I opened the fire door to...
Tom Answers Aaron's Questions This is part of an ongoing story over multiple Categories with common characters. About two days later Aaron texted me. Ding! Aaron -- Have some free time today? For Aaron, I thought. I love sucking his cock and he has a nice tight ass. Hell yeah, I'd have time for Aaron. Me -- Sure. What works for you? Him -- How about 5,...
"Is that you, little bro?" he heard his brother calling for him. "Yeah, it's me," Jake spoke. "I'll make you something to eat." "With your cooking, I might be dead by next week," Diaz joked. Jake helped his brother up on to his good foot and then guided him to the kitchen table. At least he knew how to make scrambled eggs. "How come you didn't go running...
Beginning in our freshmen year, I had frequently seen Tom in the halls of the engineering building. We'd barely acknowledged each other although my heart always leapt into my throat when I'd see him and I'd often jack off later, fantasizing about him. I dreamed about him but said nothing to him and managed to waste over two years in quiet frustration. Now...
Once I announced my arrival, he yelled, "Dude, get yourself a beer...almost done." I got there on time, but he was still in the shower. "I can do that...you need one?" "Sure thing." He was rinsing his hair when I brought him a beer. I reached in to swat his ass, "Beers on the sink...and nice fuckin' ass!" "It's all yours...you're getting some tonight!"...
"You have such beautiful red hair," Carlisle commented. He ran his fingers through Marshall's locks. "So soft and supple. You treat it well, I can tell. What do you use?" "Just shampoo and conditioner. Whatever's on sale." "Oh, that's just criminal!" Carlisle tutted. "I'll give you some product before you leave. The same stuff I'm going to use on you today...
By the time Lee released him, Marshall's breath was coming in heavy gasps and his head was spinning—and the wannabe dance partner had disappeared. Guess he could catch a clue. Marshall didn't mind. There were plenty more where he came from. Including the sexy man who'd just kissed him stupid. "Wanna dance, cowboy?" Lee asked in a sultry voice. Marshall bro...