Thanks for everyone's patience! As always, all characters are over 18. ***** Day 8 continued. I wolfed down the food provided (a perfectly cooked steak) and waited around in the hotel suite, wondering what would happen. What did Big Brother mean by 'roommates'? I thought over the bizarreness of the past few weeks. I'd entered a reality TV show, calle...
I will never forget that night. The night I discovered how I truly am. My true self. Its an unforgivable night. And I never thought my little sister would be the one to help uncover this part of me. I was a young, average 19 year old, my sister and I were home from college for winter break. I had short, blond hair and my sister had brown hair cut about at h...
It is 10:03 a.m. on the office clock ... I am late for our meeting. I hastily enter the boardroom where already the chairs are filled as they sit waiting impatiently for me. They are business people .. men and women .. they number eight in all. I enter and lock the door behind me. I remove my clothes. In this soundproof conference room I am the only one nake...
The old fashioned chime on the front door ding-dongs announcing her guests arrival. In anticipation of today's rendezvous she bounces to the front door and all smiles and graciousness ushers in her new found playmate. Seated in a comfy oversized lounge they chat easily over a glass of chilled wine sharing news of their recent holiday adventures. Pouring bo...
This is a continuation of my first story, Being Christina's Bitch, and picks up right where the first one left off. Please feel free to comment or send me feedback. I am especially interested in hearing from any women that enjoyed this story and/or share these fantasies. "Let's keep your little package covered up for now," Christina said while pulling m...
I'm a pretty regular guy. Leading a regular life. If ever I win a contest, or a lottery, I'd be the one exclaiming "Wow, I've never won anything like that in my entire life," as the balloons come falling from the ceiling as I accept some oversized check with my name on it. I'm an honest guy, doing an honest living, albeit in a mundane, dead-end kinda job....
My strange and wonderful journey started innocently enough by a dinner date with my husband of twenty-five years. He took me to a new place downtown and although the dining experience was hardly memorable, the evening turned my life and our marriage around in a most rewarding way for me. After our meal, we were walking downtown toward a romantic little bar t...
This is the fifth installment of the series entitled Counselor Troi Needs Help. If you have not read the previous four, I strongly suggest you read them, as different elements from those will work their way into the storyline. As always, please send me all your comments. Now, on with the story! Counselor Troi looked at the computer and sighed. For weeks she...
Hello, there. My name is Braxton Teller. A big and tall, black-haired Irishman living in the magnificent city of Boston, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a defense attorney with Lawson, Teller & Pierce, one of the top criminal defense law firms in the Commonwealth. My beloved spouse Nikki O'Leary Teller is a stay-at-home wife. We met while she was a liberal arts s...
"So, I heard you Haitian guys in Ottawa are really thirsty for us Djibouti and Somali ladies, I bet you were expecting us to be all submissive and shit since we're Muslim and all, well, I'm bossy so deal with it," Mistress Habiba Alwan said with a triumphant smirk. The object of her tirade simply nodded at her and said nothing, and Mistress Habiba nodded in...