I jump around a lot when I tell my story. I don't always tell it in the order that it happened. But I do tell my story accurately. It's all me. I write from experience, love to share the dirty little kinky things I do. There is no moral to the story, no ending. I just like to write about the things I've done and continue to do. And I love to think back and r...
Here is one of my erotic mortal perils, well they are all tied to the railroad tracks perils but with different variations. This happens to be femdom peril predicament. Enjoy, and please write in a comment below. So let us first have the male character in his early 20s or so. Why? No wrinkles, slim, attractive, and yet young enough where it is much easier t...
Chapter 1 In retrospect, bumper to bumper traffic on my way to work was the first sign that today was going to be a terrible day. For some reason or another, the state had a repair crew out there again, even though they were supposed to have finished months ago. I swear, sometimes it felt less like a road, and more like a construction site. Unfortunately, i...
I got the e-mail at 3 that Friday afternoon. It was the 30th of October and I knew Kay was planning some sort of gathering. The message gave me explicit instructions. "Barry you will be home by 5. You will shower and shave everything! Make drinks for me and five guests. You will have a light meal on the table for us by 6. While we are eating you will load th...
The story of the downfall of a beautiful faithful housewife and mother, her needs met, and the painful rise once again to fulfilment. * The minute he walked into the office she felt a surge in her belly, it took her by surprise because she hadn't felt that for many a year. The Chairman introduced him to us all, me being the last because I was to be his ne...
Georgia pulled her Mercedes out of the gas station in Albuquerque back onto interstate 40 heading east. It was a long drive ahead to Chicago. She hated traveling alone, that was for sure, but the move to the office back east made it necessary. It was either drive there or sell her Mercedes and buy another and that appealed to her even less. The sun was setti...
It all started when my wife decided to take some cosmetology classes to help with her photography. Because, while most of the women who came to her for boudoir pictures, were fairly competent with their own makeup there were always some whose choices made it almost impossible to get the desired results. Either way too much foundation and mascara, or shades o...
***Author's note: This story contains elements of consensual degradation and humiliation, body modification, intensive sexual servitude and diabolical mind-fuckery. Similar to my other stories, the characters are completely debauched, the sex scenes are gratuitous and the plot is completely unrealistic and over-the-top. Read on at your own peril. I do not al...
The rest of the band filed off the stage leaving Ashton standing alone. He pressed the microphone to his lips, raised a triumphant, leather-clad fist, and roared: "We! Are! Jarl Slayer!" A few tables in the back of the bar pattered a polite applause. Ashton swallowed and continued. "Now keep it going for your next band: Midnight Alibi!" The venue erupt...
(Patti Cake part 3) Chapter 5 -- Femdom, Fucking and Femininity... At the end of our time spent with Ms. Walsh, I was left with a lot of questions and I wasn't sure how to deal or cope with any of it... But one thing was for certain, I was starting to see more of the old Patti bubbling back to the surface, being direct and without compromise... The whole d...