Author's note - don't forgot new stories from me will soon be posted under 'Robert_Anthony' - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The 'soft' option... I .................................... (hereafter referred to as 'slave'), agree this day ....../ ...... / ............... to be bound...
Meg waltzed in wearing a party hat—a conical thing with spiral squiggles, bright cherry sparklies, and a little spray of limp confetti at its peak. The silly thing looked quite good on her, actually. But then, everything looks good on her. Anything looks good on her. Nothing looks especially good on her. Whatever. You get the idea. She handed me a present,...
I was just laying in bed. It was a normal day nothing out of the ordinary. I'm just some guy named Aaron who always likes to party, and spend time with friends. I had just gotten home from my friends place and was ready to pass out from the long night I just had. I turned on the news by accident while trying to shut of my TV. I saw the reporter screaming at...
Continued from part five Ow...arugg... Liz? You're not Liz... The door... It's just too far over... I twist harder, willing my eyes rightward, summoning every available ounce of strength - I must find out... It's no use: the gag straps holding my head to my restraining pole simply dig that much more painfully into my cheeks - I haven't a prayer of se...
This story is a work of fiction even though parts of it were inspired by real-life incidents. Any similarity to real people, living or dead, is coincidental. All the characters are 18 years of age or older. Do not read this story if it is illegal to read about explicit sex where you live. Edited by H.S. ***** Friday, and the marathon was about to begin: O...
In a few hours I was going to fuck Tina Khan. Tonight I was cooking for Tina at my pad and cooking dinner for girls - no matter how average the food - has always ended in the bedroom with all my girlfriends. A few of them could not understand or cope with my sex drive and left me. But most still come back for more, even though they've broken up with me long...
Part 7. Mandy stretched like a cat, responding to something tickling her feet. Sandra was sitting at her feet, running a feather over Mandy's toes. "Hey, stop that… It tickles." Sandra smiled shyly, "I know, grumpy. It's time for breakfast. I had to do this or start playing with you; I think this is more likely to get you out of bed. And I'm hungry." She...
We made it back from France with an additional person in our retinue and 3 days before the start of the next term. It had been an interesting holiday for everyone. The fledgling jewelry enterprise that Jane and I were funding was really taking off. There was, also, huge interest in the US for Bea and Nils' line of jewelry after Bea's paintings had garnered s...
On the surface the two couples were more similar than different. They were stereotypical middle class white folks in the suburbs. Yvette and Mark were a few years younger. Colin and Allison were a little taller. Other than that, all four of them were in jeans, all four drank domestic beer in bottles, and none of them smoked openly but now all stunk of tobacc...
"Can't you just try doing a slap bass? We need that percussive snap, more funk feel," I pleaded with Danny. "What the fuck do you want from me? I told you a million times," he growled, half angry, half frustrated. "I can't slap! YOU fucking play bass if you think you can do it!" "Shit," I muttered under my breath. "Alright, alright. I'll try'n work out an...