When I was in my early thirties, I was heavily into rock climbing, often taking two or three multi-week climbing trips per year. These were usually done with my regular partner Jim, or another friend, or I'd travel alone. Most of these trips were to rural areas of the US, where we'd camp under the stars, cook all our own food, and occasionally make a long t...
Edgartown, FLA Ch. 01 by BJ Michaels I don't know why I said what I said and did what I did. I had never done anything like that in my life until last night. No, really.... The first beer went down so easily I had another one and then another. Beer seems to go right thru me so I hurried to drain the lizard. I'm taking a leak in the nasty smelling men's ro...
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Author's Note: Warning! Bondage, toys, non-consent, and exhibitionism. *** Arthur's struggling had his restraints stretching and clanging. "You put him behind the mirror in that red and white room!" Vince was getting some latex gloves, his face quite peaceful, as if he was about to cook an easy but delicious meal. "Yeah, but you weren't being recorded,...
I swim at a pool near my home twice a week. I like the exercise, and I'm a decent swimmer. I tend to swim late in the evening because the pool is quieter. Last week, I was in the shower washing off the chlorine after a hard, long swim. There was one man in the pool apart from me. He was a huge bull of a man. He looked like a retired heavyweight boxer gone to...
*Oh my god! This is the last chapter of the Bottom Tier, and Jesus it's really taken it out of me. I stayed up till four in the morning to finish this one. -_-' The Bottom Tier has always been one of my favorite worlds to play with, my darkest invention. I think I should stop playing with fire, and I will be truly amazed if this chapter makes it past the ed...
My friend Marcus and I entered the building and caught the elevator to the basement floor, and when the doors opened we looked at each other warily. The hallway was extremely dim from what we could see, and for a moment I considered letting him go in by himself. "Are you sure this is the right place?" I asked. "Of course. 69 Appleton Street. Apartment B-5,...
Last sentence- chapter 49 "So just honk and I'll follow you to Bud's", I said. 7:30 a.m. Honking outside, guess Fred's ready to go. Grabbing my bag with a change of clothes I head for the truck. Fred is sitting in his car with a big shit eating grin on his face. Happy as a puppy with a new bone and thinking he's gonna get some bone. I, see him licking his l...
Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...
I'm 29, and prematurely shamed by divorce. Following a great four years at Brown University, I hurried to marry the first love of my life. My wife, Alexandra, was great, truly. But somehow we both knew that it wasn't for keeps, so to speak. And so, at the ripe age of 28, we parted ways. There are two things I will always remember about her: the way she flipp...