Michael stared, unseeing, at the layer of dark, ominous clouds beneath the jet's wings, his thoughts as turbulent as the storm below. His book lay unopened in his lap as he contemplated the past several months of his life. Not for the first time, he wondered if he was making the biggest mistake of his life, turning his back on everything and everyone to chas...
For Don, who has always been my #1 fan. Thanks for the idea, the historical background, and the willingness to let your mostly fictionalized past be posted here online. Thanks, hunny! :oD ------------------------------------------------- I met him in a bar off 6th St. Things were different then. It was the middle of the Korean War, 1951, and in our little...
The rhythm of the dance club calls out to me as I step from the car on my lover's arm. My body sways sensuously to the beat of the drum and the music. He leads me past the doors and onto the floor. Our favorite song echoes in our ears. My arms reach out and encircle his neck: we are one as we surrender to the strands. A cool rush of air tingles my arm and I...
Ariana lying lackadaisically noted with sheer boredom it was raining. No chance to walk in the park to work. She would have to take the shuttle. She was told to take time off. Paul hadn't been gone for long. Their last conversation before he faded from her forever. She had no time to play the grieving, loving sister. "Ariana this is the truth don't take tim...
Wallflower After surveying my wardrobe choice my best friend threw up her hands in resignation and wailed, "I thought I told you to wear something sexy tonight?" I'm not surprised that she disapproves of my outfit. I went for comfortable and casual, a simple blouse and jeans. Nothing says sexy like understated simplicity. Right? Cassandra obviously had so...
Chapter 2: Acceptance How long has it been since you left me here -- blindfolded, gagged, wrists bound & secured above me, my ass full with your plug? Half an hour? Longer? I have no way of knowing. The scent of sex and hot wax still lingers, and I can smell my own sex dripping with desire, but there are no sounds. No clock ticking, no music -- just my bre...
Sorry about the wait in posting chapter 2, but sometimes life gets in the way. Hope you enjoy or it at least makes you think about what you would do. I knew I was in trouble as soon as I walked through the door. "Steve, where the heck have you been? It's almost 7:00 and I've had dinner on the table since 6:15. At least you could have called me to say...
Everyone in this story is older than 18, well maybe except for the guest Cobra They don’t live that long but in Cobra years it’s 18. Of course Sir Buckles is older than dirt. * * * * * Sir Buckles huffed and puffed as the young wench bounced up and down on his "Short sword" as the wench liked to call his cock. …and it really wasn’t all that short at 6 inch...
Allison was getting a bit anxious waiting for her plane to board. She was uncomfortable sitting in the airport without her Master by her side. Allison complied with all of her instructions, including lifting her skirt and sitting on a handkerchief in public settings. She became self-conscious as soon as she placed the handkerchief on the seat. As she lifted...
By some of the comments received from Part 1 I can tell that there is a definite divide in this website when it comes to interracial sex and the sweet art of cuckolding. Well I love controversy so here comes Part 2. For those of you that enjoyed part one I hope you find part two even more erotic. In this part the fiction really starts to come out. As stated...