The neglected classic of erotica called 'Horatio Cockblower', published under what is most likely the pseudonym 'Dick Diver', is a kind of sado-erotic version of CS Forester, set in maritime Napoleonic days. It is geographically incorrectly subtitled 'a tale from down-under', unless that's intended as a pun on the genital zones? In their exhaustive study of...
Catherine Van Noord and her husband spent thirty minutes groping, using and violating my naked body, although it seemed much more like thirty hours. By the time they were done with me, I felt utterly used up, limp, submissive and emotionally exhausted. Mrs. Van Noord had vigorously raped my ass with an oversized PVC cock, making my anus feel chafed and abu...
"What is my biggest pet peeve?" I quizzed Shane, while watching him trim meat at the kitchen counter. "People that don't avoid potholes when driving." I didn't miss the adorable smirk as he answered the question correctly and without hesitation. Thanks to Google, I had a list of popular Newlywed game questions on my phone and had been grilling him for day...
"Are you sure it's safe to be going out this late, Dr Dunstan?" The concern in the voice stopped the man who turned and faced his Housekeeper. Verena had been nursemaid and nanny in his childhood and now the matronly, grey-haired woman kept his house. He smiled reassuringly at her. "If I cannot be back by dark, I will keep well away from danger," he replie...
Chapter 91: Foul Play Merrick sits on his bed as the whole ship rocks gently. His eyes stay fixed on the hidden plank of the floor, where he stores his quartz rod and a small bottle of oil, as well as a new cloth. His gut swims with dread-traced nothingness. His body is encased in tightly tied clothing, crushed velvet vest with a silken shirt and pants, al...
Author's note: Unconvinced Jaspar's learned his lesson, Kleine insists he bring Carl to his room, so he can ensure Jaspar handles him correctly going forwards. Contains themes of non-consent/reluctance. * * * * * Sam helped me off the bed, and I stumbled into the bathroom to take a shower on weak legs. It'd been a long night. Still, my first experience...
Alfons delivered another tankard of beer to the well-dressed gentleman seated at the best table, near the fireplace. It still ranked as the best, with the most substantial chair, even though the table was functionally only the best in the winter, when a fire was going, not now, in high summer. When he set the beer down, the man grabbed Alfons's hand and didn...
(Authors Note: This is the 8th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03, Ch04. Best wishes to everyone for a Merry Christmas!) Time marched on. Charles and I had been together for ten years and had flown to Aspen for a combination anniversary/Thanksgiving ski trip. We were staying a...
My head was still swimming a bit, but it was done now and couldn't be taken back. I pulled my knees in together with a groan and slipped the plump pillow from under the small of my back. I lowered my feet to the marble floor below the edge of the large lounge bed in the pool house facing the open wall to the terrace-surrounded swimming pool, light reflecting...
PRELUDE It was a Friday the week before my administrative assistant and part-time lover left for a three week vacation in Europe. Connie and I have been carrying on a torrid affair for the past two years and she was the ideal mistress. We had sex in the office, at hotels, at romantic interludes, in the car and some risky places. She was the best piece of as...