Back when I was a kid, we didn't have much. We lived in a basement apartment where we could hear the crashing of the garbage can lids when other tenants threw out their trash, and the fumes from the passing buses that roared up the steep street outside made the air inside smell bad half the time. Other kids looked down on us. I could tell. I was scrappy an...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or l...
My 1st story, so please keep that in perspective. Hopefully I am not too chatty or informative at 1st, but I would like to lay out the true context of the situation - before I get to the hot stuff. I trust others have been in a similar situation. I write about an encounter, and the incredible, subsequent event that took place. This was a complete chance enc...
I had been on the road for a long time and figured that I needed to take a break. I saw a hotel at the next exit and pulled off the interstate. It was a small town but it had a place that I could rest my body from an all day drive. As I drove to the hotel I saw a pizza place and figured that I would order one from my room. Like I said before the town was ver...
Over breakfast, while my Uncle Rob was describing the sight that had greeted him when he'd opened our bedroom door that morning, he said the first thing that struck him was the snarl on my face. "The snarl?" Marcus had asked. "Don't you mean smirk?" "No, Shane was definitely snarling," Uncle Rob chuckled over at us, pouring some milk on his cornflakes. "Ey...
Simon sat alone at the bar, and took a sip of his pint. Idly he glanced around the hotel bar, people watching. It was Thursday night, but he was down in London for two weeks with work, and so was alone. He'd gone out with the team from work for one after work, before everyone else headed home and he went back to the hotel. He didn't really mind working away...
As James approached the front door he reached absently for the keys in his back jeans pocket, striding up the steps to the door. Without thinking he reached for the door handle, and to his surprise it opened without any need for the key. He paused momentarily. Strange. Even if Michael was at home it was unlikely that he would have left it unlocked. James cu...
I say yes, and widen my stance to bend over in these heels. The weight of the tits pull me down and the counterbalance of the ass levels me out, I have never felt so sexy. So desirable. Basically on my toes, with my ass pushed out snorting up the first line of whore fuel. I tilt my head back and take a huge snort to make sure I got every grain as far back in...
Author's Note: This story is inspired by/for slave sal of Florida. It is a fantasy of what his perfect slave life would be, and who knows, maybe it will come true. Of course, I couldn't help but put myself in it as well :) . I'm also conforming to some of his slave voice style of writing. There will be some "inspired by actual events" parts as well. Enjoy!...
Martin and I arrived at the boutique hotel late on Friday. The owners were kind enough to stay past the normal closing time of the front desk to accommodate our check-in. They brought us to "E" room giving a quick tour of the grounds and the room. We were there for Martin to have meetings with a few businesses he worked with. I had tagged along to enjoy a va...