Chapter 4: In the Son I gloried in the September sun raying down on the terraced vineyards of Tuscany, as I followed Paulo, the grandson of the owner of Villa Montebella, the Conte de Ghiberti, into the rows of wooden stakes supporting luscious green leaves and vines interspersed with moist clumps of purple and green grapes nearly bursting with rich juices....
"N-no stop." I say as I feel my hands being hoisted above my head, and the biting cold of shackles being placed on my wrists. "Now you know I can't do that, bitch." A mysteriously familiar chillingly deep voice whispered into my ear "I'm going to have so much fun with you." I feel his hand wrap around my cock and feel him pumping it back and forth roughly. I...
My stomach was all a twitter and my head reeled in anticipation as I race through the deep shades of a cold November evening. I am late and I do not really know where I am driving to or who I will find when I arrive. That is the beauty and liability of the Internet. Chat rooms upon chat rooms full of sexual mysteries, dreams and lies. A place where fantasy r...
Here I was, driving in the middle of the night from one city to another. A friend was getting married in the capitol city where we went to college, but I had since moved away. I drove back for the wedding and was supposed to crash at an old buddy's place. The buddy flaked out on me, so I had no where to stay. I really didn't want to get a hotel room because...
It was the third day of a new school year at Fort Lewis College. As I went to the Reed library, where I was talking to Marj Gomez the library administrative assistant on whats new. Afterwards I went to the restroom. On the stall wall of the restroom was some graffiti and one that read, "A happy camper is a guy who has a cock up his ass and a smile on his f...
Note: This story contains BDSM themes. It was edited by Naughty_Penpal; thank you for your work! Comments are always appreciated! * Billy woke up alone the next morning. He slid over to the empty spot beside him and sniffed the duvet, catching a faint trace of his Master's scent. He spent some time idly rolling around, then eventually got up. Master Xen...
The beginning of last summer... "This isn't so bad, is it Jimmy?" This voice belonged to my personal trainer, who my father had hooked me up with after enrolling me at the Y last month. Insisting that it was for my own good, my old man had decided that since I was heading off to college, it was a good idea to get into shape. I know that I had gotten a bi...
Man, the moment I saw him I knew he'd been an easy mark. Who am I talking about? Anderson Chang. A tall and very slim young Asian man who walked into my Criminology class at Carleton University the first week of September 2010. He was okay-looking, in a nerdy kind of way. What surprised me is how I felt about him. I am not usually into Asian guys. In fact, I...
I was already driving home when I realized what day it was. I must have seen the date a dozen times, and it had never really registered. "Fuck!" I shouted, almost swerving into an obnoxious taxicab. I checked my watch and took a deep breath; I still had time. I searched my mind for a list of nearby florists; on the first pass I didn't come up with any, but...
After I finished high school I took a holiday before I decided on a career. I lived with my parents so I didn't need to worry about money. I spent most of my time at the beach but on days when the weather was poor I would catch a train into Sydney to wander around the CBD. I was still pretty naïve back then so any time away from the suburbs seemed like an ad...