JESSE I tried my hardest not to get my hopes up before I came here tonight, I tried to expect absolutely nothing. So when Dusty goes so far beyond my wildest imagination, when he tells me what he wants exceeds my wildest, craziest dreams, tells me he wants to serve me completely, I feel like I've been handed the moon on a fucking plate. The idea of having f...
Author's Note: This can be read as a stand-alone story, but it's technically a sequel to "Miss Ivy's Boy" so you might consider reading that one first if you wanna fully understand everything that's going on. *** "Roy, darlin'?" Miss Ivy called, motioning for Roy to come to her when he looked up from his phone. She smiled as he pocketed his phone and hurri...
Like a puppy following its master, I was right on Mr. Jarvis' heels as he entered his bedroom. He stepped over to the bed and turned on a light sitting one of the bedside tables. The light cast a warm glow over the room. I looked around and the room was tastefully decorated without being overly ornate. You could see from the types of pictures on the walls an...
After my first experience sucking black dick, I was excited by having finally fulfilled a long time fantasy, yet also felt confusion and guilt. Confusion over whether I was now on a path to potentially being gay, and guilt that I had done this behind my girlfriend's back. I hoped that after delving into this fantasy my desire to do so again might be quelled...
JOHN'S STORY: I was working at a resort in the Mojave Desert -- the middle of nowhere. The nearest town was an hour away. It was a popular destination resort, especially for Europeans and Asians. I was a bartender and made good money -- that's why I was there. It was the kind of place where you were happy to be working at night because there was nothing el...
Author's note: Dedicated to all the wonderful people who left me loyal, heartfelt comments on my work. I really do appreciate comments, darlings, it means a lot to me to know what you think. And it inspires me to write more, knowing that people appreciate it. And to Fallon, for being an angel and typing this up for me when I was too flustered and busy to do...
I. Sam Caplan didn't try to be the black sheep of his Alabama family. He just was. Nothing he did was right. He was the baby of a very religious and successful family. His oldest brother Shane was a surgeon. His sister Sandy was a school teacher who married a lawyer. His twin older brothers Sean and Stephen were Merchant Marines. Sam, on the other hand, wa...
After our shower, Nico turned to all business, directing me to go to the laptop and start writing and that he'd order an in-room breakfast for me and would see me at 1:00 p.m. on the terrace for lunch. That dispelled all doubt in my mind that Nico too was a writer. He was able to see and honor the needs of a writer. I, of course, couldn't start composing i...
Screams! Horrifying screams echoing off of chamber walls. Racing hearts and pulses and the thick acrid smell of fear laced the air like poison. But there were other smells ones that bore the reason for the soul shaking fear. "Run! They've broken into the palace! Mobilize the Shadow- Fighters!" More screams. More panic. Muffled voices; panicked whispers coup...
This account had been a breeze for years. The old procurement specialist came for lunch once every few weeks. Left boozed up and full of delicious food, and I left with a hefty PO in my hand for another round of purchases. Everyone was happy. Then about 3 months ago there was a merger, and now a major reshuffling was underway and my old contact was floatin...