My name is slave. Of course, that's not my real name, but for the story I plan to tell, it will do. For the record, I'm a bisexual submissive male. There are few who know this fact. Common enough story there, I suppose. Truth is, my family and friends could never accept my lifestyle, so that part of myself stays safely locked away. But behind closed doors....
One night I was chatting with my Mother. She had recently asked me about Greg my best friend at that time as well. "Does Greg still like you?" She asked one night. No I answered why? "Well I know he likes to spend the night and all… and I realize you two aren’t …active that way any more, but I woke up Saturday evening and he was in the bathroom. I waited out...
John stood at the threshold of the doorway to his neighbor Jill's house before entering the foyer, scanning the pack of Halloween party attendees for his wife. Like most people, John had been required to work a normal workday, as Halloween had fallen this year on a Thursday, and then made his way home through the thick holiday traffic home, to change into hi...
It didn't take Benjamin long to see the signal. I saw him come out on the patio, acting as if he were checking on the pit beef, but then he looked directly over to the Schmidt's house. That was all it took. He darted back inside for a few seconds and then came back outside. I was in the shadows created by a couple of big trees between the patio and garage. H...
The Greyhound station was empty. The last bus had left off its passengers 30 minutes earlier, of which I was one. The only few people that I saw were the janitorial personnel cleaning the old station. I stepped outside into the warm night air. Lit a cigarette, and told myself to go ahead and call the cab company. I might as well get it over with. This was go...
It was Wednesday night again, and the girls were back in Belinda's basement working out hard yet again. "Alright girls, one more time, come on, 10, 9, 8 7, 6, keep it going, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." The music began to fade as Teresa finally started to slow down a bit. "OK! That should about do it! Wow, that was great. Good workout girls!" exclaimed Teresa to her swe...
Rebecca's phone call came several days after she returned from California. We arranged to meet downtown the following afternoon. I emerged from the subway into a rainstorm and sheltered in the doorway of an office building. As I huddled against the wetness and cold I reflected on the many reasons I had to be anxious. Firstly Rebecca was my best friend's wife...
Hello readers. I'm returning to characters I haven't written about for quite some time. I sincerely hope you enjoy this new chapter in their lives. Please read "Best Friends for Life" and "Best Friends for Life: Anniversary Present" before you read this. ~~ BrettJ * Her husband Alex's car had barely pulled out of the driveway when Michelle Adams' phone ra...
Author's Note: I had inspiration after reading the thread "Mysterious Heroine of the Nice Guys" in the Story Ideas forums by mythtrav16. I might not have caught his vision for the story, but I had fun writing this. A work of fiction, all characters over the age of 18. Comments and Ratings Appreciated! Enjoy -------------------------------------- "Looks...
I awoke the next morning feeling better than I had felt in a long time. Next to me Lies Ella, no longer my grandmother but my lover, and I am so content of heart. I rolled over to be closer and cupped her warm ample bosom in my hand, Oh how good it felt, a nice 42 D, yeah I knew the size as I romanced her bra some time ago. I don't know if I even washed it a...