(Author's Note: this story intertwines with other stories I have written. It takes place before all the other stories that have Rorke, Avery, and Jack's POV. You do not have to read all the other stories to understand or enjoy what occurs. The theme of these stories are ENM/CFNM and I hope you like this arc and check out my other works if you feel inclined....
"I'm so sorry, I got a little lost," you say brightly, breezing into the suite like sunshine through a just-opened curtain. "I tried to use my phone for directions but these one-way streets can be a little tricky, then parking was crazy, et cetera et cetera." You drop your gym bag on a chair and turn to smile at me. "You're Jay, right? I got the right room?"...
Mrs Willoughby was getting breathless. "Oh Tom it seems a lot harder than it was the last time we did this." "That was six years ago Sue. Age makes a difference." Tom and Sue Willoughby were ascending the steep slope that led to the old castle. "It is worth the climb, Sue. The view is gorgeous from the top." "Yes I know Tom. It will be such fun too." "...
Click. Click click click. Click. I could hear his mouse furiously clicking through the closet door, and aside from my own moans and the vibrating hum coming from both holes, it was all I could hear. I squirmed my hands, testing the tautness of the ropes that tied both wrists together to the closet pole just in front of me. My ankles had been bound together t...
I visualize that I had met you some where and you told me you had something very special planned but I had to trust you. I told you I did. You took a black silk scarf and blindfolded me where I could not see anything. You drove me to some location, then we stopped and you opened my door and took me by the hand and lead me to where you wanted us to go. I coul...
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Daffodils were Pansy's favorite. To this day she is still a silly little flower gurl wanting, waiting, craving for another man to bring a fresh bouquet. But today was not an ordinary day. With the vacuum grinding and sucking and growling the knock on the door was just slightly audible. The little sissy . . . excuse me, pansy (she just loved being called a pa...
The clouds bear the shadows of night. I hide among them and steal a vision fierce before me. The lunatic dancer wears a hue unknown to my visual palette. The otherworld tuxedo glows in the feeble light. Under his top hat, a masked visage like a corpsed mime. He dances, twirls to sing-song lyrics; the tune remains but the words have been lost long ago. White...
It all started innocently enough, I was home from college for Thanksgiving vacation and the Jones needed a babysitter. I came home every chance I got, being a freshman and all, I was pretty homesick. I had been babysitting for the Jones for the last three years and their baby was a sweetie but I hadn't seen them since I started school a couple of months ago...
This story is based on an erotic dream I had a few months ago. The feeling and intensity of the dream was very strong when I woke up, so strong that I wrote down many of the details that morning. The dream is still vivid in my mind and I decided to write a story about it. I hope you enjoy. + + + + + + + + + + + + Lori awoke to find her hands had been bound...