I met Ray through a gay website that had a stories section. I had a few tales of interracial raunch published on it, and he left a comment saying how much he liked them. We had similar interests: mine was a strange desire to be submissive to Indian guys and he liked the same sort of thing with black men. I replied to his comment and we began to exchange ema...
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...
Matt perused his way through my well-appointed apartment very freely. He felt very comfortable and was relaxed enough with me to feel at ease in a stranger's home. After all, we just met some two hours ago at the pool, took a naked shower together, groped each other's genitals in the lockers and made out in the car. Can this afternoon get any more extraordin...
What A Great Way To Turn Twenty-Five...! Party Fears Too... 'You're in a strange mood tonight' Harriman says. 'Sorry. Just thinking.' 'Thinking? About what?' 'My birthday, coming up. Twenty-five. A quarter of my life is almost past. And all the sweet guys out there I'll never know. All the juicy sexy bodies I've not experienced. Hell, I should at least,...
It wasn't much after I got on the bus home that my mind started to slip towards raunch and filth. Having spent the day skiing in the Alberta Rockies, I was now joining a gang of strangers on the ski bus back to the city with my tired body in tow. It had been a good day with some friends, drinking and little bit of weed. I think now my tired legs and tight ba...
He left me stewing all day Sunday. I kept my cell phone in my hand all day, but not a word. I didn't dare touch myself until I knew what he wanted from me. I no longer wore his cock cage, but this non-communication was a prison of its own. Monday morning at 6:41 a.m., my phone buzzed with an incoming text as I was heading out to my car for the morning comm...
Ranklestein chomped on his cigar and sucked smoke into his lungs as he stared at the text on the laptop. "Fuck. What a boring piece of . . . of boring crap." The buzzing of the phone jerked him away. "Hi," he barked. "Hi. So how's it going? I need those five thou by this afternoon, Rank. Five thousand, is that so hard?" "Hard? Hard? This Manissus is a moa...
Author's note: After a near-fatal hard-drive incident I was backing up some old files when I came across this. Somewhat to my surprise, this was abandoned in a nearly-finished state and then forgotten about. I mostly just had to spruce it up a little and give it an edit. I'm not sure that at this point, eight years (!) later, there's anyone looking for a con...
Mistress Caprice stood in front of me and looked deep into my glazed eyes, as I rocked up and down on my rubber cock. "I had to pay a pretty penny for you bitch, after so many people had watched some of your more extreme videos. A lot of very depraved people could see just how much use you might be." "But I wanted you before your inevitable trip to the far...
=== Warning: contains raunch. === It was after yet another failed attempt at lovemaking that things really changed between my girlfriend Debbie and me. Until then, Debbie's interest in the lower half of my body had been lacklustre to say the least. She complained that I needed sex too often, that I came to bed too sweaty or that the head of my cock stunk l...