My muscles ache and sweat dries against my forehead as I head into the locker room. I haven't worked out in years and the strain of my first time reminds me why I quit. I shake my head and grin at my own lack of self discipline. I grab my towel, strip down and head for the showers. Just as I'm about to turn the water on I hear a quiet hiss of breath, followe...
The complex psychology of managing men in long term confinement requires intuition, intelligence and sensitivity. Rarely brute force. The institution, the walls, the doors, the gates, are as important an influence on behaviour as the security staff and, by and large, long term prisoners learn to go with the flow and in amazingly creative ways, make the best...
The following is a true story from my personal life. Some identifying details are omitted. I am writing this so I can relive the awesome memory and not forget. Hope you enjoy. ....................... I first began to appreciate the male form when I was a teenager. Before that I was only turned on by women, and I still am. But I have always been a bit of a...
Shawn stood in fear as his master examined his body. Master had shown up unannounced at his dorm room for an impromptu inspection of his boy. They didn't see each other much anymore, as both their lives had become so incredibly busy but Master would always show up at some point to keep Shawn in check. Master ran his calloused fingers over Shawn's rippling ab...
Ben knew it was coming because Lucy's breath, previously deep, regular and accented with small moans, started to quicken. The rhythm of her hips quickened too, arching up to increase friction, demanding more intense stimulation from his fingers against her clit. And all too soon the moans became shorter and shorter, more and more high pitched, until her body...
I guess I am one lucky guy awaking to my lover sucking me off most every morning. It is a very nice sensation and is so very soothing the way Richard does it. But this morning Richard complained that I was not rising to the occasion, as he put it He was not happy at all about my poor response. "Come on Pete, give it some substance?" Nothing was happening;...
Chapter 3 'Was it a dream?' Thanael cupping my face, both of us gazing into each other's eyes... 'Was it a fucking dream?' The past unravelling into the present... and the future tastes more uncertain this morning. This is not just about having the possibility of living out of love or desiring for forgiveness from the man whose heart I tore up to piece...
Warning: This and subsequent chapters deal with many explicit passages with topics you may find objectionable. Theses topics may or may not include: straight sex, extramarital relations, cuckoldry, interracial sex, bisexuality, homosexuality, FemDom, male domination, voyeurism, masturbation, etc. If these, or other similar topics offend you, it might be best...
The memory of my experience in Mr. Bassett's office was still in my mind during classes the following day. When I thought about Lane and the things that had happened, my mind wandered away from whatever my professor was talking about. A pencil was in my mouth. It tasted unreasonably salty. After class, I was sitting on a sofa in the school's lounge, clickin...
I don't particularly like camping. I did it in the Scouts, with my family, in the military and it never did a whole lot for me. So how did I end up in the middle of nowhere in a tent again? My name is Luke Cooke and I'm a twenty-seven year old corporate finance analyst. I spent two years in the Army after high school, then six years at the Wharton School of...