I love sucking cock. The feel of a man's hardness filling my mouth is one of the best pleasures of life. Some times I like it rough, to have him use my face, my only purpose an object for him to thrust into in order to orgasm. Other times I lovingly suck him, getting him to his full size before penetrating me. There is simply no limit to how many different w...
My name is Stephen Voltijer. I am a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from Brockton, Massachusetts. I've been here about a year and lately, and you could say that I've been having a tough time. I had a hard time transferring into Carleton University from Bay State College. But th...
“Admit it. You want me.” I’d been using that line on her for over a year and, frankly, had no idea of her age, her marital status, her appearance nor anything else remotely connected with her personal life. It truly boiled down to harmless fun between two people who do long-distance business but have never met and who lighten things up with telephonic flir...
Stereotypes are an unfortunate fact of human life, I'm afraid. We've all got them about other people, and they have them about us. However, I don't think they should be discounted because most of them have their source in some obscure truth. My name is Jefferson O'Shea. A young Irishman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I moved to the Province of Ontari...
This is a fantasy, which I hope someday I will realize. This did not happen and I remain a virgin. So having no experience, some of the details are from my imagination, hence, they might not be accurate. This is my first attempt at writing a story. Moreover, in general I am writing after ages. So there might be lack of clarity at places (according to a popu...
We arrive at the place in a deserted warehouse district somewhere in New York, and I ring the buzzer on the big metal door of the address I've been given, itself apparently a warehouse. The chauffeur is still idling behind me I note, maybe a courtesy not to bust off until he sees the client safely within their destination. I've only a slight worry about bein...
John knocked on the door feeling just a bit nervous for his first online date. The profile pictures showed a very attractive blonde, nicely tanned with a flawless looking athletic figure. There were pictures of her in tight fitting exercise clothes posing in what appeared to be vacation pictures under the title 'DGJessica'. Normally it took some time for res...
Chapter Fifteen Once back in the library I had barely had time to dress and tidy away William's clothing, when I heard the sound of voices approaching from the hallway. George opened the doors and led a small party of men into the room. They were dressed alike in dark jackets, trousers and shirts. All of them seemed to be in their late twenties or early thi...
i identify as a slave. i'm a slave. That's who i am. It's what i want to be. It just feels right. i'm a slave and i have some opinions on what that means. Now, understand, a slave's opinions are exactly what you think they are, worth only the amount that an Owner, my Master or Mistress, wants to give them. Master=Mistress=Master/Mistress=Owner i think the...
This is a 3rd person fiction story about my fantasies of being a Pantysissy. All characters in this story are made up, and are all over the ages of 18. To better follow this story read The Pantysissy Diaries Chapter 1 before reading chapter 2. *** The Amtrak train Jaymie was onboard with his new Mistress, Sydney had just pulled into NYC. Jaymie had to get...