Part 3: Can't Fight This Feeling: Jason's perspective When I told myself John Roberts was going to be trouble for me, I had no idea how right I'd be. I found out fairly early on after he started working in my office that my assumption about his marital status because of the absence of a ring was wrong. And - a couple months after he started in the office -...
I was sitting at the bar of the Meridien Hotel in the Russian seaport of Murmansk, one seat away from Lev and with Mariana, a blowsy blonde, sitting on the other side of me, chatting up a businessman from Moscow. I liked sitting next to Mariana at the bar. It got a thought into men's minds, and, if Mariana wasn't who they were looking for but Mariana represe...
My name is John Jordan. As a 22 year old fresh out of college , I was still a virgin who thought a lot about sex. Unfortunately I was very shy. My first job was with an advertising firm. Essentially I was a messenger boy. Talk about starting at the bottom! One day out of the blue, my supervisor approached me in the cafeteria. He must have sensed that I had b...
The temperature was 35 degrees in the shade. I had a meeting with my supervisor, for which I was 15 minutes late already. You can blame it on the burning heat if you want, but honestly, it was not that. It was the burning heat deep inside that distracted me for hours. Anyway, back to my meeting. I managed to reach the building where the office was and chil...
*** Part 2 of 12. Please read the prologue it provides some background information of the characters. Like I said last time this story is a slow build, with an emphasis on story over sex; though there will be sex eventually. And again I do my own editing so please don't grammar/spell bash me :) *** CHAPTER ONE Jasper Edwards quickly packed his briefcase wi...
The alarm went off at the usual time. Ugh, Monday morning and a work day. I slept well. The activities of the weekend came back into my head with a vengeance. I'm now a man that enjoys sucking cock. First Bob's and then Randy's. Thinking back, I couldn't believe how easy it was to become submissive, taking they're instructions without hesitation. I could hav...
This story's theme is partly non-violent domination, and contains scenes of humiliation and submission. ****** For Paul Lombardo, Wednesday was just another day. A day closer to Saturday and the weekend, and when he arrived for work that morning, Paul had no idea how much is life was about to change. What began as a quiet day, yet another in a series of s...
I clamped my hands snugly around my enormous cup of coffee, letting it warm them as I idly absorbed the noises of the bustling shop around me. Friends laughing together, cashiers taking orders, machines hissing, baristas stirring, pouring, squirting fluffy mountains of whipped cream over tooth-achingly sweet creations. These noises blended together with the...
I had been stocking a closet at work of paper products, when I tweaked an old back injury bending down to open the last box of paper towels. I stood up, and winced—feeling something pull in my lower back. I began rubbing my lower back in circles. A few seconds later, I heard the jingle of keys. The door opened, and I saw Dale—a new employee—take a step in...
I grew up in Arlington Heights, Illinois, and was a late bloomer. I was also a geek, but in the mid-1960s we didn't use that term. I was a serious student who liked technical subjects and military history. Most of my free time in high school was spent playing basketball with my male friends. I had dates but most girls did not let you do anything except fondl...