I'd been incredibly high on cocaine. Two, three, four months of constant partying. My story isn't epic. There was no fall and rise of a man, or the questioning of ethics. I wasn't derelict. I went to work, did the routine, but I lived for the high in those months. Even now, when I look back, I would love to be as carefree again, to enjoy the thrill... Wh...
The young man sat at the sidewalk café in Fairfax City near George Mason University in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, D.C., sipping coffee and shyly looking around him. Several tables away from him and behind him sat a somewhat older man, perhaps in his forties, but very good looking in a dark, foxy sort of way. This man also was drinking coffee and loo...
It had been a grey, dreary Saturday. Snow had been falling almost as fast as the temperatures. The entire city was shut down. It was quiet except for the occasional scraping of a snowplow's blade along the street. It was the first Saturday I had off in a long while. In fact I had the entire weekend off and had no idea what I was going to do with myself. W...
CHAPTER TWO THE PINK DOOR I had been in every room of the house, from attic to basement. Partly out of curiosity, partly because I had to dust and vacuum. It was a big house and had many rooms. There was one room which remained a mystery to me though. The room I speak of was two doors down from my room. The door to it remained locked at all times. I neve...
Thank you for following Ryan, and thank you to the fans of Ryan. This chapter had two real instances in it. One was a pleasure to write about, the larger one was difficult to write about. Much was added for drama purposes. ***** I quickly figured out what I was in for. I lay on my stomach, my head forced back by a padded bar across my forehead. My arms wer...
"Why d'you stop the car?" Rob asked full of concern. I gripped the steering wheel tightly and didn't speak. He reached over and rubbed my shoulder lightly. "Babe, you've been back before, it's ok." "I know, and I feel exactly the same. I don't know - I don't know what I'm doing here," I sighed and his hand moved to the back of my neck. "You're here becau...
I was 23 in August 1976 and had been living in Philadelphia for a little over two months. Having moved there from the Ozarks of Missouri, I'd expected the big city to be pretty wild and overwhelming, but even I had never imagined the hotbed of sexual activity I found coexisting right under the noses of the stuffed shirts of the large Center City law firm whe...
I had been working in The Hague for about three months and in my rented flat for about two on Laan van Meedervoot, working in the Polder Polder area of Ryswick. Still coming to terms with Dutch names. However; I had found a nice restaurant in the next block where the Dutch couple who ran it sort of, adopted me, and gave me guidance in Dutch. Food was excelle...
All participants are over 18. This story takes place in 1989. ***** Over a week had passed since I made the life-changing choice to step into a car with strangers. How was I to know then on that late, rainy night that I would be seduced and taken between two men, a sandwich with me in the middle? How was I to know that my untouched prick could be made to...
Stepping out into the hot muggy summers night she knew what she was doing was wrong. But she couldn't help herself. Like the drug addict, a fix is the only thing that will solve all her problems, she heads out. Turning the key to start her car she wonders how she ever allowed herself to get this low. She's a successful woman, a woman with means and power in...