Chapter 3 - The Yacht - Continued I want to thank all those who sent feedback and congratulatory messages to me on the first two chapters of this story and I will do my best to continue making this an exciting and enjoyable story to read. If you haven't read the previous chapters of this story, I suggest you read them first so you will get to know the char...
So why should you read this story amongst the thousands of others here? Well, I like developing characters within a full story, told with a touch of humour, great dialogue, a dash of realism, and an added twist or two just for good measure. If this sounds like your kind of recipe, then please read on and remember to vote at the end! If not, then thanks for c...
Ch. 2: The Fetish Ball [There are so many fetishes. How could I choose only one for this story? I couldn't, so I didn't. If you like tattoos, they're here. Piercings? Of course. If you like people who are totally devoid of hair, they're here. If exhibitionism is your thing, it's here. Pony people? Yes, them too. It is my hope they're here in an interesting...
Jason Callahan had been an athletic star in the NCAA, and it had showed in his physique. As a member of the Yale swimming team, he had led the Bulldogs to a national title. He had broken Ivy League records. He had broken NCAA records. He had broken Olympic records. And, for a period of four days last year, he'd resided in the Bullpen. It was an honest en...
My first four stories have been presented in chronological order. This one skips ahead about a year, but I felt I had to write it now. I was a pro domme, and Peter had been my sub, but our relationship had grown more complicated over time. Peter and I had been fucking and sessioning for a while, and the line between the two was blurring. Whatever it was w...
This is a story about a woman who enjoy letting go - in multiple ways. Constructive comments are appreciated, as are any positive feedback! :-) If you are offended by fantasies of sex in a bit rough, dirty and consensual way, don't bother to read or complain. Although this is not a story from true life, I do hope to keep a tiny line to reality, however exagg...
© 2011, All rights reserved – mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~ Ann stood in front of the car, frozen in place. I was still inside, grinning at her through the windshield, waiting for her to take off yet another piece of clothing to place on the hood. I'd relented, letting her walk to the front of the car so that it would block her from view as she did what I was...
As I drove us towards the restaurant, Ann was quiet. Oddly, we both were. Once we'd gotten into the car, we'd both stopped to think about all the things that had just happened while we were inside The Leather Door. It was as if we were silently reflecting on what we'd just done. For me, it was more than just the sex with Ann. It was the entire party, and wha...
THIS IS NOT A STROKE STORY -- I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A STROKE STORY I'm sorry, but if that's what you are looking for, it would probably be better if you moved along to avoid any disappointment on your part. What sex there is appears at the end as I try to concentrate on character building and dialogue. As always, any similarities between the characters in...
I think you know that I have spent my last years chronicling my life with women who, next to my children, were the best part of a very full and rich life. I presume you have read most of the stories Saint Peter, and I am willing to be judged on my record. However, there is one story (really a series of stories) for which I do not wish to take credit, or co...