One: His wrists and ankles were raw as he came to, the piercing bright light causing him physical pain. He moved his feet, and they tingled from being asleep. The room seemed to be at a cool sixty degrees. His bound wrists were attached to chains going up to the ceiling. His ankles were attached to individual chains which clamped to the floor. His arms and...
I caught a whiff of champagne as she hugged me. "Hey you!" Vanessa's mother was always friendly, if a bit odd. Big into tarot readings and spirituality, she wore the jewelry of a teenager, which would be embarrassing if she wasn't so unbelievably attractive. Her favorite pastimes after her divorce were the gym and the salon. Wavy brown hair parted on the si...
Jess rode horses. Her light brown hair was always braided or pulled tightly behind, and her skin was always sun-kissed, smooth and clear except for a faint smattering of freckles across her nose. She was a good girl, straight A's and a studious posture that made her C cups look like Ds. Always covered of course, in a tight sweater or her latest half-marathon...
Note: The human in this story is explicitly an AMAB (assigned male at birth) nonbinary individual who uses they/them pronouns. Words for male genitals are used for them, but they are not a man and any suggestion of that in the comments is not welcome. This piece is not intended to fetishize trans/nonbinary people (I'm a nonbinary trans person), so any commen...
My wife Meagan worked for a high tech industrial controls company and traveled frequently. Sometimes she was away for a couple weeks at a time and tonight she had been gone a week, with another week to go. We had a wonderful relationship, with intimacy, trust, and occasionally, wild sex. We took good care of each other and our relationship though sometimes t...
[This is a submission for the 2013 Valentine's Contest. Please enjoy!] * She had always been known for easygoing demeanor. Her college friends had often made fun of her that she could stand to be friends with anyone, to make conversation with a doorknob if the situation called for it. Which is why it was such a surprise that in her very first job after c...
The sun poked into the break in the blinds this morning alerting me to the speed in which the day was already passing. Without hesitation, I flipped the light cotton quilt off my naked body and bounced to my feet. There were things to do, and a great many places to go today. The first of those places was the gym. In a promise made to myself and in statement...
Impulse control was always something that John had never been any good at. He was usually good at avoiding risk when it came to physically dangerous scenarios, but anything sexual he just could not seem to avoid. The list of things he had done over the course of his life is not something that he was particularly proud of, but he had no real way to resist his...
I wait. In the candlelit, perfumed dimness of your bedroom, I wait. My cock is throbbing, aching, practically screaming to be allowed to cum. My balls - well, my balls feel like they've swollen to three times their normal size and are pulsing with a deep-seated ache, a dull pounding that feels as if something is inside me, hammering to get out. I want more...
I met her a little over a decade ago, in high school. I will call her K and she was a friend of my girlfriend at the time, though we often had snarky things to say about her in confidence. There was something about her that could be a bit bourgeois at times and she clearly was accustomed to having her way. Her father was a local politician and very much sp...