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...
I'd been feeling distinctly uncomfortable for some time now, at least an hour, but I had no way to get home. I looked down at my Jack & Coke, that my last 8 bucks had purchased, and then over at my ride. He was "otherwise engaged" and by that I mean he was fucking some man in a gimp mask who was strapped to a leather sawhorse. I quickly looked away, desperat...
As a child, I loved to gently swing back and forth flying through the air in a converted tire swing. Some of my favorite childhood memories were summer afternoons spent gazing up into the sky at the passing parade of puffy cloud animals. I remember the warmth of the sunshine against my skin and the pungent smell of that old faded rubber tire swing. As I lay...
The exhaustion of and loss of strength from the previous day's unexpected sex encounters may have accounted for my tennis match the next day, but it's just as likely that Ben was just a much better tennis player than I was. He agreed to let me try to recoup the loss and set up another match for two days hence. As I had hoped, we were the only ones in the gr...
This story is pure fiction, pure sex too, not much else. Enjoy. -------------------------------------------- He lives just over two hours from me, and we had been chatting online for a while when I finally got up the courage to submit to him. He told me that the first few times I submit would be in his garage, and I would be blindfolded the entire time an...
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...
Chapter 13: Sex, Lovers and Videotapes Pelaam, September 2007. Stewie's birthday had already passed a few days earlier and he'd been more than pleased with the multitude of gifts from his fiancé. He'd received jewellery, clothing, books, as well as vouchers to spend as he wished. However, Jaze had promised a final gift, in a voice that dripped with dark pa...
A sequel to The Leather Store. *** I get off his bike and he kills the engine. He puts his helmet on the seat, takes mine off my head, and slips his leather finger into the ring dangling from the collar. "Let's go bitch, I'm ready to fuck." He pulls me to the cabin, up the stairs, and onto the deck. He pushes me against the rail, yanks down the zipp...
The early fall night had a slight chill in the air but not enough to warrant more than long pants and a hoodie. For the most part, the street was empty with the exception of a handful of folks moving from one shop to the next. Dustin stood on the sidewalk shifting nervously from foot to foot as he looked up and down the street. The city bus had dropped him o...
Sean ran through the forest the trees flying by as he fled from the barking hounds pursuing him. The young slim half-elven man's green eyes were wide as he summoned his power and a skunk emerged from a log spraying him full on making him choke and cough. He dropped to the ground and rolled around as his control slipped and the power within burst out roots sp...