((Author's Note: This is a writing from my previous account which had to be closed due to personal issues. So please enjoy and leave me some feedback please as my reader's opinions and critiques matter to me.)) * I stand in the middle of the room. my wrists are cuffed above my head and spread outward. my ankles are spread apart by a spreader bar connected...
Sitting in the tub thinking about the tour Arturo will be taking me on tomorrow. Getting all hot thinking about all the guys that will be drooling over me, the discussions he and I have had over how hot a gang bang or cum shower would be on the site. Smiling, I want to play but decide against it saving myself for the site. Shaving and making sure that I am n...
So much is in the preparation. He knows I love it, so he milks my obedience for all it is worth. Every now and then he will ask me in the morning, before we both head off to work, if I've 'been naughty?' This alone sends me into a kind of subdued ecstasy. A simple phrase which holds such weight between us. That he would never ask me without ensuring that I...
Copyright © 2006 Texas Refugee. All rights reserved. Author's Note: on second thought, I don't have anything say at this point. Just start reading and I'll meet you at the end. ~~~~~ * o0o * ~~~~~ At this precise moment I am in a darkened motel room, sitting in the desk chair that I have quietly placed next to the bed watching my wife Margaret as she slee...
Author's Note: And now for something completely different. This is not a short story, and though it is broken into sections I chose to post it as a complete piece. This tale consumed me for many months. I let it fester and grow into something much more than the original idea. It led me to research, and become fascinated with an often overlooked and misunde...
This is a five-part "tandem" story, written by two writers (Katherine English and Steven Whitman). Part V: Her The chill of the air conditioning assails my flesh as I feel my clothing part and my skin attempt to adapt to its altered state. My blouse...my favorite...a Victorian dream, lays in tatters about my feet. All that is left are my stockings, held i...
The box arrived on a Tuesday morning. It was wrapped in inconspicuous brown paper, and her address was printed with black marker in a grade-schooler-ish handwriting. Had she not recognized the return address, she might have been quick to assume that this was a prank, or perhaps a dangerous delivery - after all, these were troubled times, were they not?! - bu...
Chapter 13: Family Ties ———— It's officially been three weeks since Kate stopped talking to me, and we are now in December. What that means is that I've been living with Will for three weeks sponging off him. While it's nice to live with him I sort of feel guilty as it means our relationship is kind of speeding along, and I know that's probably placing s...
I want to thank everyone who has voted and left comments on my two previous stories. As a writer, it is encouraging to receive positive comments and ratings. For us writers, that is our only payment for the time and effort we put into our stories. Now, onto the next chapter of this story. It has been more than a year since I last saw my sister, Mia, in He...
It is a very warm afternoon and I run into a fast food joint just to grab an ice tea and sit and relax from my shopping for a while. The line is long, but the air conditioning is blasting cool air so the wait is actually a pleasure in itself. As I near the front of the line, I sense your eyes openly roaming over hot pink mini skirt and clingy white top, stop...