Tommy: Hey man! What are you doing? Mark: Just some improvements to my closet. T: Whoa, I didn't expect that from you! M: Really? You've seen me wearing those on a regular basis! T: But I thought you bought those already like that! M: Often, but I think it's lame and wasteful to dump good or slightly torn clothes, just to replace them with new pre-torn...
His dominance has continued. He continues to torture me. His nature seems only to focus upon my submission...complete and total submission. He knows there is nothing I will not do for him. He knows there is nothing that I will do to please him. He uses that to his advantages. He teases me. He tempts me. He tests me. He forces me to test the raw power of male...
Many thanks to my wonderful editor ElizabethDarcy! ------------------------------- I glanced at the clock again and only a minute had passed. I could almost swear there was something wrong with the clock, I wouldn´t put it past my math teacher to mess with it so he could torture us longer. Lunch break was next and I was hungry, and honestly, does anyone ac...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** "Yeah, sure, man, you're just mad you can't jump like me," Mark said as his bike bounded over some roots ahead of me. I wheeled around them and skidded to a stop. "I just don't want to," I grumbled, wiping sweat from my forehead. Mark stopped easily and shot me a grin. "Y...
Now, I ain't much of a storyteller, but, I'm a-gonna give a go, da tell y'all 'bout my excitin' youthful years. Them was the days, back when I was a shaver, I tell ya! Me 'n' m' two bes' buddies, Jeb 'n' Zeke, we use'ta spen' jus' 'bout all day, ever' blesset day, in the summertime, down 't the ol' swimmin' hole. We would strip down, buck nekkid, by golly, a...
(All characters in this chapter are 18+, I like to put it in a fast pace but once I get used to writing this it'll slow down, if your looking for a quick wank this isn't for you, id like to thank canned and nina for there comments and Brand-sama for editing you guys are the best, I also need help for my next chapters so if you have any ideas on how to make m...
I was at the end of the boardwalk about 4:15 the next afternoon. I saw Harold walking up the beach with another man. He looked younger than Harold, so I guessed that it must be his friend. He was in his mid-to-late forties, a little shorter than Harold, weighing in at, I'd say around 170, slender built. He had slightly balding blond hair, moustache and goate...
Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* rea...
I`ve never felt like this before. Not ever. Even in my wildest fantasies did I feel this satisfied or hungry for more of whatever comes next. The head of my cock rubbing on Bob`s hole. Sam rubbing his cock against my hole. How Sam`s cock felt all the way inside me. It made all those lonely nights with my toys, not the depressing substitute it seemed at...
**NOTE**: This is a fictional story in which all characters are made-up and over the age of 18. * Mr. M was our Sociology teacher. Not only was he one of the coolest and fun teachers at our school, he was incredibly gorgeous. He had tan skin, a masculine face, and deep brown eyes. He had a contagious laugh and beautiful smile. He was muscular and manly, bu...