"This place is a shithole!" Georgia complained about the apartment like this at least once a month, mostly around when rent was due. "Georgia, that remark is an injustice to other shitholes everywhere." She wasn't wrong, it just didn't do any good to complain about it, so this became like many other things had, a game between the three of us. "You do re...
Author's Note: There is a category switch in this chapter. The beginning chapters can be found in GAY MALE. Seeing as what happens in this chapter, the new category is TRANSGENDER & CROSSDRESSERS. ***** THE PINK BOY was located in the warehouse district across town in an eclectic area known for its nightclubs and specialty bars. Within a six block radi...
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This was what happened, as much as I remember. It was evening in Las Vegas. The city of sin. Kaylie and I had finalized our wedding less than an hour ago. We were presided over by a solid Elvis Priestley look-alike along the Strip. Kaylie's lover, our designated Black Master, called Tibbs was there with us; he'd acted as my best man. He looked splendid in h...
Pete waited in the car, just another business meeting, to view the property, nothing more, nothing less. He knew the chances of landing anything were slim, he'd met Mark the previous week to discuss possibilities but it still seemed a long shot. Just another worship to look around and see what it might be worth on the market. Then again he thought, nothing v...
I leaned towards Mr King's fat, hairy cock and sticking out my tongue, lapped softly at the tip of his cock head. I knew not to use my hands. I placed my arms around him and cupped his bum cheeks. While I was lapping at his engorged cock head, I let my fingers playfully rove up and down the crack of his ass. From his reaction I knew he liked me doing that to...
We met on-line and exchanged a few messages. He wanted to meet for coffee, which I was totally cool with. He explained they were long term, switch couple and he had a fantasy of being cucked and whatever that might entail but most of all he wanted to be dressed in a French maid costume and used by a bull and humiliated. His job was to vet potential playmates...
As Andrea strode into the kitchen she spotted Ben, her slave husband, busy cleaning up from the delightful breakfast meal he had prepared for her. It occurred to her that even after seven years of marriage she never got tired of seeing him in the nude except for his chastity cage and leather collar. As he sensed her presence, Ben dropped to his knees and qui...
Oh, my darling bois. I almost forgot to tell you. When I taught you how to smoke like a whore. It leaves something behind. Hmmmmm. Such a wonderful sweet smell that lingers. In that room you were in. It stays there. For hours. To be smelled by your wife. Or your girlfriend. Did they ask you? Did they wonder? Who that bitch was? Who smoked? Do they suspect?...
It would have been after that documentary. The one with a feature on online dominance-submission relationships on Fetlife. Because before that moment in time life had been so vanilla. Marcus had been queer and had had a boyfriend or two... or three since turning 18. Well, hell, he'd been to the bathhouses since turning 20. He'd even gone as far as to create...