The prequel to this story is Copenhagen Couple, but it's not necessary to read that first. Some weeks after I had been seduced by a persuasive, experienced couple, who made me realize that I was most likely bi, I had two weeks of holiday at the west coast of Denmark. Being out of luck, most of August was incredibly rainy after one of the driest and hottest...
Prolog My name is Malcolm Hargrove. My vocation is that of a writer. Portions of my work at times are a bit of an erotic nature. While I cannot explain the reasoning for many of those that choose to share their experiences, the phenomenon continues. Sometimes their motives don't become apparent until much later. I met Harvey at retreat for single men spons...
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In a far away universe, the entire Centaurus System was controlled by King Daren. He was of the race of Centaurs and stood above all his peers and different races of the universe as a fair leader. Fair but strict. He was 9 foot 8; his body muscular and hard as a rock. Centaurs weren't physically half horsed, they were humanoid, and standing on two legs b...
One He was in pain. I could see it very clearly. In his eyes and his breathing and the way his body shook while the muscles and tendons all stretched almost to their breaking point. The sweat beading on his forehead and the way his teeth were bared as he struggled with all of his might against the pain wracking his body. The big man was no stranger to pain...
Things get weirder in the House Of Shame As the weeks extend, things get weirder. A lot of water under the bridge, a lot of other stuff too. Wolfie becomes more confident in his power over me, and also, I guess, something of the novelty of my slavish attachment to him is wearing off. So he needs to shove it further. We were in the gymnasium, I was close to...
Lunchtime took me down 48th Street, almost to the docks, in the Hell's Kitchen area of Midtown Manhattan West. I was looking for more than a sandwich and a beer. I was fuckin' horny. So I was in a homo dive I knew about. I'd forgotten that it was mostly for shittin' fairy types, though, and had just finished wolfing down my burger and beer and had lit up a C...
NOTE: I hope this chapter isn't too kinky for those of you who enjoyed the first two chapters, but if it is, I encourage you to read it anyway even if only for the plot resolution. ----- What happened after that Super Bowl weekend taught me a lot. The most amazing thing to me was not just that Damon committed to loving me; it was how smoothly and comfortab...
Thank you Susurrus for the help editing this monster. ***** Richard Michael Quail, Rich to his family and friends, Mr. Quail to his associates and adversaries, sat quietly at the round high top table beside his sexy, buxom wife and sipped on a fine 18 year old single malt scotch. They were both well dressed: she in an expensive blue designer dress which d...
I found quite early in my experience—and, eventually, career—that being able to bareback in sex with a man was a means to please him to the extent that he would commit to me—financially and with favor, if not romantically. I found that it took me to higher levels of satisfaction too. So, after initially letting myself be taken that way out of naivete, I rese...