Note: Okay, I already know this is a pretty silly story. Sometimes I get an idea for a story or just think of a title and it doesn't go the way I want to write it. Like it has a mind of its own. It started as a crossdressing tail (sic) but rapidly degenerated from there. There are gay male elements in the narrative and/but I hope you enjoy it. Special thanks...
"So you want to meet at the park to go running at 7?" I ask you on the phone. "Sure, see you there." You say and hang up. Throughout the day I have so many inappropriate thoughts about you. I have to run to train for my race but running with you is an extra treat. Running with a girl so beautiful is definitely a little extra motivation for my cause. I a...
In new relationships women and men tend to get asked about their fantasies by their partners who are so eager to please them and become their fantasy partner. That's usually when the lying begins. I'm sure most people, like myself, have a fantasy they would never tell their partner, for the simple fact that is does not include their partner and they don't...
Once a week, my wife and I leave home early to play a round of golf together. On this particular morning, it was unusually warm and we were looking forward to spending a day on the course. As always, I was ready to leave several minutes before my wife. I went to the car to load our clubs and various items we would need that day. Starting the car, I tooted th...
THE LONG ROUTE "Would anybody really be surprised if Justin Bieber had the name 'Geraldo' tattooed on his penis?" I asked the stay-at-home mom wearing nothing but well-placed body paint. Through a concrete coating of eyeliner, she stared back at me, gulped the remainder of her Fuzzy Navel, and headed out to the dance floor. Three cowboys wearing ass-less c...
This is Tina's true real life story about her first proper caning. She told me her story over two Instant Message (IM) sessions. Tina is Swedish, 22 years old, tall, well toned (she does karate) and blond haired, with a large bottom. She has a 'thing' about discipline. [Session One] Tina: Hey Michael, I got an real life caning this weekend! I met a very ol...
I walked into the bedroom wearing these soft material, black pants, and nothing else. The bedroom had white walls, with plush wine colored carpet, a platform bed (Japanese bed) with matching wine colored sheets and dark colored dressers with lit candles on it and along the wall. You were in the middle of the room, near the bed, kneeling down with your legs...
Not a breath of air was moving on that hot August night. The full moon was low on the horizon, heavy and large, lighting up the night sky. Twelve o'clock at night and still the temperature hovered in the 80's with damn near 90 percent humidity. I sat on the veranda swing sipping a glass of ice water as I tried to cool off. My short t-shirt ended just below...
(Author's Note: The song lyrics are from the Judds song, 'Rocking With the Rhythm of the Rain'.) * * * * * Sitting on the porch swing, listening to the light, beating on the tin roof, Baby, just me and you Rocking with the rhythm of the rain. The rain is falling in a light mist over our cabin. The Judds are singing in the background. You are sitting in th...
This submission completes my account of my session with Mistress. Though it's not imperative to have read the first chapter, it might help you understand the dynamic at play. Please vote and comment on the stories you read, including this one, as it helps authors improve their submissions. --------------------------------------------- Mistress steps back...