*ALEX* I sauntered into the city library with a few friends. As soon as I walked in, the hush-hush atmosphere fell upon me like a ton of bricks. I guess it was probably all the conditioning I experienced as a child. Strangely, my friends had seemed unaffected. They continued talking and laughing like we were still out on the busy street. A few customers gav...
Although it's late April, I can feel the cold deep in my bones. Well, when I stop to ponder this fact, I realize that it's not so much cold as it is damp. As I stop momentarily just inside the door to let my eyes adjust to the ambient light, I quickly scan the room. Most of the room's inhabitants are gathered along the bar, sitting and talking or sipping fro...
Today, Mirage was especially longing for her handler to arrive. As soon as the first rays of sunlight had lit up the barn, she had awoken with that deep urge. The same urge that was bothering her for days on end. But today was that day again, when she might be granted release from her hardship. Pressing her haltered head against her stall's door, she was ju...
** The long-awaited (LOL) return of Mark's Just Another John series. Enjoy, and hello again everyone! ** Other stories in the Just Another John series: Ch. 01 - Tanya Ch. 02 - Nikola ***** I hated this type of "new age" development; settlements of identical red-brick houses, each one as identical as the last, springing up overnight like tumours on the l...
Today, my Mistress, you want your Dream Lover to take you in the car. To take you to the shops in the car, maybe taken for a drive in the car - then maybe taken in the car later! When we drive in the car, we may end up driven with desire! But first, I have to bathe you, ensuring your pleasure zones are thoroughly soaped and rinsed. I have to pay special att...
All characters in this story are age 18 or older. The character Mark is narrating. * When I saw she wasn't home Sunday morning, the right thing to do – the sane, normal thing to do – would have been to go away and come back later. I could have gone to the gym, run my errands, caught up on paperwork, even watched the inanity known as TV. The fact that I d...
I suppose it was all my fault. Hardly a day had passed since I posted my story – Memoirs of a Sex Slave – before I started to receive messages from dominatrices around the globe offering to chain, gag, beat, clamp, whip, spank and keelhaul me, and then to punish my poor pussy in ways that I didn't know existed. The prospect was terribly arousing (though, i...
The last time I measured my penis a few years ago. I was still growing. I was a teenager. It was 6 inches. I figured by the age of 21 I could squeeze another 1/4 inch, possibly 1/2... 6 1/2. But that was a stretch. Without girlfriend, without job, without life, I jerked-off all the time, mainly at night to pass the time. I slept during the day. At 2 in the...
Inga was a powerful busty German woman. She was tall and very powerful. She was also a sadistic, nymphomaniac ruler. No man could handle her in bed. She took joy out of crushing men and women with her sexual skill and power. No one could handle her. She all ready own Germany and was moving on to other countries. She spoke in a cheesy cartoon accent. She love...
The crowd was roaring as Jim played his final solo, his hair slick and black, his shirt long discarded, his abdomen still taut after all these years. Penny tried to stop herself thinking of the solitary night they'd spent together all those years ago, when she was little more than a groupie following him back to his hotel room. She tried not to think of that...