Leading me into his bedroom, I find the sexy pink corset, panties and stockings that he bought the other day at Frederick's all laid out, on his bed. There is also a pair of silicone "boobs." "I didn't even have time to give it to Jessica, so you can have it. I'll leave you alone while you change. You will need to slip the boobs into the cups of the corset....
You could tell how well Pastor Len thought his sermon went that day by how high he bounced on his feet during the benediction. If he thought it didn't go over well, he would only sort of pop up a tiny bit or rock on his heels. If he thought it was enjoyable, then he would hop up on the balls of his feet, hands outstretched and smile unrestrained, as he spoke...
At a previous job, I got a free membership to New York Sports Clubs. There was one on Wall Street that I went to a few times. I sucked a few hot guys in the sauna and steam room until I found the booth store on John Street. Years later, while I was home, a guy pinged me on Scruff telling me he was a member of that same fitness club a few towns away, and tha...
Ben, Robert and Ian previously appeared in "Ben is Kept Under Control". It was late in the afternoon on a cold and wet Sunday in Toronto in October 1974 and I'd spent a dreary day doing backed-up laundry and cleaning my apartment when the phone rang. When I heard the voice on the line my mood instantly changed for the better. It was Robert calling from Lo...
Author's Notes I have read the criticisms of the Leather Sir series and I wanted to answer them first, then write a little more of the series. It will be a 10 part series. The first criticism is that I don't really describe much of the attributes of our two characters, or their regular clothes they're wearing and I've done this on purpose. My stories her...
Hey y'all, Thanks for the votes and comments from previous entries. Please enjoy this entry of the story, because I don't know when I will have time to continue writing about Tim and Nate. This may be a temporary ending, but I already know this won't be the final ending. Please vote and comment! Enjoy! ***** Chapter 2.11 The Follow-Up With moderate...
~Brandon~ I was waiting in the park a block away from my house. This was where we promised to meet, and I was more than excited, but I was also very nervous. What I was about to do was very dangerous; I was going to meet a man I have never met in person for the first time. Outside, by myself at 9 PM...Not dangerous at all. I wore my nicest clothes, dark t...
It was one of those beautiful, crisp fall weeks we get in the Rockies. A freeze the week before had sent all of the tourists and campers scurrying home. Now Indian Summer had set in and it was warm and mild. I packed my truck and drove up into the mountains west of Ft. Collins. I took an old logging road and found myself in a small little valley with a mead...
Thunder? Stampede? Earthquake? Ragnarök? No, man, it's the Disciples. The whole motherfucking gang. They're on their hogs, and they ride. Hair streams like sinister oriflammes. Naked biceps clench in leather jerkins. Fists twist throttles. Like a dust of diamonds sweat glistens on the tattoo tapestry. The Disciples roar through primeval forest, serpentinin...
I had gotten a job in South New Jersey, not bad, right after law school. It took me awhile to clean out my old apartment so I did not get to leave on the road until Saturday morning. I was a little angry at myself for waiting so long, my plan was to get to a hotel on Friday night then check out the bar scene all Saturday and Sunday, pick a new place based...