When I awoke, still very groggy, I found I was completely naked, with my arms suspended from overhead hooks with chains and my legs spread apart and attached by chains to a stone floor as well. We were in some sort of stone vault. I had what seemed to be a wooden stool supporting me from behind and below so that I didn't drag my arms out of their sockets aga...
I answered the classified ad with trepidation. I was married, everyone assumed I had the perfect life and here I was answering an ad from a guy looking to have sex with "bi-curious" men. In the letter to the blind box address I accurately described myself as 6' 1", with brown hair, brown eyes, a swimmer's build and a great tan - except for my brilliant white...
Sooo...rather short chapter but I'm already working on chapter three. Sorry for the wait. Enjoy honeys. *~*~* Chapter Two December Jarred and I were on my motorcycle, cruising up the streets colored with the dark rainbow that we call Manhattan at Night. It was maybe four o'clock in the morning. We had spent the last hours sitting at a table in the cl...
This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above. * Friday is my Hell Day. I do three days' worth of work on Friday so I can enjoy my weekend unhindered by office obligations. That might seem counterintuitive to the modern work ethic, but screw it. As Jack Torrance in "The Shining" typed over and over, "All work and no play makes...
Roger Hudson and I grew up in the same neighborhood. We had experimented on each other when we were school kids, but that was a time when we didn't know anything about anything. He was five years older than me. When he became high school age, he hung around his friends and I hung around mine. The difference was he got into the drug scene and I didn't. He fai...
The last several visits have been extraordinary, so it is not really a surprise when such peaks are not reached every time. Over the years spent visiting the baths, having sex with easily a couple of hundred men over that time, my perspectives have changed. What would have been often considered extraordinary in those first visits has now become fairly common...
The year after high school, I was still living in the small town where I grew up. I was working in a factory to earn money to start a college education. My mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer and most of our funds and time were spent making sure her last few months were bearable. I was looking forward to getting out of our small town and starting my li...
Working for Leon has its perks. Once in a while, when business is slow, Leon will lock up early and have his white women put on a private show. A daisy chain of white women eating white pussy for the amusement of Leon and a few select friends is usually a prelude to a wild fuck session. My role during these private events is to serve drinks and with the...
These stories are all true. My college years started out as a blurry, confused mess, but -thanks to a number of generous older gentlemen- I was able to discover things about myself that I never knew before. Namely, that I love to be on my knees, taking cock. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was 18 and headed off to college for my freshman year. NYU was looming on t...
The sizzling sounds and smoky scent of bacon filled the kitchen as I leaned over the stove to flip over golden brown pancakes. "Mmm, something smells good," Derek, my husband of 10 years, said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and planted a light kiss on my neck. "Just wanted the boy to have one last nice breakfast before he's subjected to dining hall...