Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that the usual discla...
So here I was. A few meters away from the entrance of Hump, one of the most popular nightclubs in the Village. I had already drank three shots of whiskey, and I was ready. I was ready for that experience I had wanted for so long... my first experience with a man. As soon as I entered the club, a few things hit me: the music was loud, most people were drunk,...
In which our hero has a dream. I am in an odd place as I can feel her hips but I cannot see any part of her. She is on top of me sliding up and down on my engorged cock. I can hear myself moaning in pleasure. My hands are on her hips, guiding her up and down, setting the pace. She descends all the way and I feel her pubes pressing on my own, my cock rigidl...
As a child, Monsignor Rainero had always been considered a clever boy, if perhaps a bit more clever than for his own good. He was known to have very inventive and attractive ideas, but he sometimes was known to overembelish them to the point where the scheme collapsed around him. Having seen this played out time and time again, after Rainero had started out...
Will and I had been going to 47 Central in Lynn nearly every Saturday night for 2-3 years now. I guess you could call us "regulars". It was a nice neighborhood bar, with a very friendly (and hot) Brazilian bartender, a great DJ for dancing, and cheap drink prices, which more than outweighed the fact that the owner of the bar, George, was a persistent flirt....
They stopped at a work house in Denver and picked up Timothy. Another orphan, Timothy had aged out of an orphanage and had gone directly out on the street. A saloon owner had tried him out in his upstairs operation and had offered him a job, but Timothy wanted to work his way farther West, he'd said. So, the saloon owner, for a finders' fee, had written to M...
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may ins...
Author's Note: This story is inspired by/for slave sal of Florida. It is a fantasy of what his perfect slave life would be, and who knows, maybe it will come true. Of course, I couldn't help but put myself in it as well :) . I'm also conforming to some of his slave voice style of writing. There will be some "inspired by actual events" parts as well. Enjoy!...
The shower felt good. We had just finished a rather long day of shooting scenes. The producer and director wanted to get as much film in the can as possible since they could only have the use of this place for a couple of days. It was nice place with a nicely landscaped deck and pool. Very private. The producer was a friend of the caretaker. The owner was o...
This story is heavily inspired by Imperator Mentus' excellent story "Bankrupt." ** I'm not writing this because I want to. I'm writing it because my owner has ordered me to do it. I should warn you this story does not have a happy ending, not for me anyway. It's about how I became the property of another man. And I still am. Maybe I'll be free again, ma...