The tall, powerfully built, dark-haired man gazed blandly, almost with boredom, at the people below him. Men and women, some in mixed or single sex pairs or in mixed or single groups, some clearly Dom/Sub, but all with one thing in common. Leather. He moved to sit on a luxurious black leather settee situated on a circular mezzanine. The scene below was watc...
Thank you for following Ryan this far. All Characters are over the age of 18. ***** I was fairly certain I had never owned these clothes. The shorts were very tight, and very short. The shirt was more or less a half shirt. I was thankful it was still warm outside. I was both humiliated and turned on by all of the long looks I received in the grocery stor...
Cooking for Master wasn't hard. The freezer was full of TV dinners. I thought about how I would prevent a slave from poisoning me, and yeah, I understood the TV dinners. I did as I was told and presented the fried chicken dinner to him after it had cooked in the oven for 45 minutes. I was instructed to sit at his feet. The foot smelled wonderful. All I had...
Dear Reader, please accept my apology for going off on another tangent and beginning a new series that I hope will get as much love as Sweet Sub and The Dark in Your Blue Eyes. Rest assured I am still continuing Gilded in Gold and By Night, My Love but I just needed to get this idea out of my crowded head (that's how The Dark in Your Blue Eyes started too :)...
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You seemed genuinely surprised when I reeled around and grabbed your wrists quickly pinning your hands above your head against the wall. With my face right in front of yours I looked you in the eyes and taunted "Dan I'm about to prove you are one disgusting pervert." We had been exchanging steamy texts for over a month. Sheepishly trying out new possibilit...
Harry Bolton had been in Beirut about a year. He was one of the more noticeable gems in the motley collection of expatriates from this or that Western country who centered our lives on the American University of Beirut for a taste of the cultures we otherwise, and for different reasons, were escaping. He was an academic from a rather vague, but obviously wea...
This work is copyrighted and is property of the author. If gay stories offend you or if they are illegal in your area, leave. Any resemblance to any people alive or dead, or any event is purely coincidental. Chapter 3 He had been awake for almost an hour, carefully keeping his mind blank. The only sound to be heard was the ticking of a clock like a metron...
Rick didn't like dogs. If he did he would have paid some attention to whether his apartment house accepted dogs before signing a year's lease and painting the living room wall hunter green in anticipation of an even longer tenancy. His dad knew he didn't like dogs. And he probably had taken the time to discover that there was a "no dogs" clause in Rick's ap...
Damon had just finished reading one of Steve's porn stories online. He loved reading domination/submission stories, and Steve was his favorite author. Damon was a naturally dominant top, and he had got so many hot jerk-off fantasies from Steve's stories that he decided to write him a fan letter. He composed a gushing email and attached a picture of himself j...