Having just cuffed my hands behind my back, my wife straddles me and begins to examine her prey. Naked except for my boxers, she now has me cuffed at both the ankles and wrists to the wooden chair, the chains that connect each pair of cuffs jingling briskly as they're tested against the chair's legs and back. Still wearing the low-cut blouse and skirt that...
I was sitting at my desk bringing the reports up to date. I teach at a local Massage Therapy College, work that I love. But the paperwork is the part I don't care for. The last few week's classes have all been hands on, this is where the students practice on each other, or on one of the locals who pay the college half price to get a couple of hours of massa...
My name is Dick Jones Smith. Friends call me DJ Smith. I'm a young black man living in the town of Raynham, Massachusetts. I've always been a really wicked guy but lately, I've decided to outdo myself. Push the envelope. Be the very best mean-spirited SOB that I can be. Do unto other individuals things that would make the Devil himself blush. Outdo everyone,...
It was a couple of weeks later when Jeff came over to my place to play some computer games. I had a couple of computers networked together, and we would get together occasionally to play some computer games against each other. This particular Saturday, Deb came with him, apparently she had called in sick or was taking a vacation day. It was still during the...
It's late as I walk out the door and step out onto the hardwood of the back porch with just a towel on. In the cool night air, there's only one porch light on leaving the area lit with a subtle dim glow. The day was hard and now I'm just looking forward to relaxing. As I walk across the smooth red wood approaching the hot tub I peer out into the night sky an...
"You're a Bastard!" Wonka smiled and continued flicking the tip of His favorite riding crop against bella's swollen clit. "You don't give a fuck about anyone or anything." The tapping remained constant like the drip of Chinese water torture, not enough to get her off but just sufficient to make bella's juices run in ever increasing droplets down the insid...
Hello, there. My name is Stephen Saint. A big and tall young Black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Brockton State College, a small public college located in the city of the same name. These are the tales of my adventures. The adventures of a tall, good-looking, forthrightly bisexual student, writer and activist in collegiate America....
College life can sure be tough these days. It doesn't matter if you're a man or woman. Political correctness has gone amok in collegiate America. You can't say what you mean without risking your career or your reputation. Thanks to obscure and outdated gender quotas, innocent young men are losing their sports teams left and right, through no fault of their o...
The day had gone well so far with my girlfriend of the time having just left the night before, going out of state for two weeks visiting relatives. It was Saturday so I didn’t have to work, I had completed my chores... shopping, cleaning the apartment and doing laundry and had spent the afternoon ‘s cleaning time dressed up in my favorite of my three outfits...
The night was cool, the promise of spring had not yet come in full. He walked to the curb, and then, pausing, started down the street. The streetlights came a pale glow, barely denting the darkness. His pace was measured, neither fast enough or slow enough to attract attention. Upstairs, the detective asked her to look at the image of the tiny TV screen....