He called again last night. He told me that in the morning there would be a box on my porch. That I was to take it inside the house, place it in my bedroom, and leave it there, unopened. He would be calling again tomorrow night. Then he had me turn the lights off and get in bed, snuggled in safely under my quilt as he told me one last story. Of a man who fi...
Chapter 13 The Slave, The Prostate Heather just sat and watched the exhausted slave. She was beginning to find herself tired also. Besides tired, she was still aroused and had been working on the slave, paying no attention to her own sexual need. This wasn’t something that occurred often, but now that she was feeling that old feeling, she wanted to do somet...
Chapter 6 The ride to his condo was silent, but the atmosphere was full with our thoughts. My mind was racing with uncertainty about taking my heart into this dangerous territory and my judgment couldn't be trusted. I was stepping out of the cheating arms of my ex into the arms of a guy who fucks with women for sport. Still, at that moment, I needed him lik...
The Judge II: Turning the Tables A month had passed since the "party" at which I provided the entertainment for Judge Santos and her friends. I began to feel a sense of relief. I had feared that the party was to be just the first in a series of demands placed on me. In reality, she had blackmailed me. There was no other word for it. Blackmailers usually ret...
I rang the doorbell nervously; unsure about what the forth-coming events would bring. I am not sure if I was nervous, but definitely apprehensive. There was no reply. Again, I rang the doorbell. This time I did not have to wait long before the door opened. She hid her self behind the door, just her head appeared, "Do come in". I followed her into the livin...
"So, that's you booked in for tomorrow evening at 6pm. You have my address and phone number already. I would suggest that between now and then you refrain from touching yourself at all. Just so that we can make the most of it tomorrow. Any other questions?" "No", I replied "I'm looking forward to seeing you, if a smidgen nervous as well." "Don't you worry...
He calls me Naomi, though it's not my name. Rather, it's a mnemonic that occurred to him when we first met, after he'd realized I'm a high. Neither a man nor a woman; that's what it reminds him of. That's how he thinks of me... It's also his induction method. Because wherever I am and whatever I'm doing, if I happen to hear his voice call that name, I fall...
Author's note: This is a rare piece of erotica from me from the male perspective. The one I'm actually qualified to write from. It's semi-autobiographical, but the scene itself derives from a random comment born in the depths of my warped little mind, not an actual event, more's the pity. # It had been a while since I felt like dancing, but Stefan was in...
My wife Jasmine knew that I was a trannie. She was OK with it when I first told her and even helped me with make-up, clothes, deportment etc. However, as with all these things, I became obsessed with dressing all the time. I even toyed with the idea of changing sex. I guess this all became a bit too much for her and she gradually lost interest in helping...
After I stopped drinking, the bars and that bar scene just lost the attraction that used to afford me. Now I was still young and needed a social outlet. So as a replacement I started going to those trendy coffee shops. Mostly just to read and drink coffee, which was my new addiction, but also to watch the ladies. One of my favorite places to go was the Caf...