It was in the fall of 2007 when Tim and I first met. I was in my last year of college sitting on a campus bench fiddling with my lighter when a dark haired man closely resembling Johnny Depp sat down beside me reaching out with a light. After lighting my cigarette I gave him the expected response of "thanks". I had noticed this strikingly handsome man glanci...
Alexander Voronov is the pseudonym of a professional writer of erotic stories in German language. Some years ago he has published a short novel "Glücksfall" (Sheer luck) at the eBook editor Readersplanet. The story is about a rich Mr. X who carefully selects four young men with the purpose to make their wildest sex-fantasies come true. One – and the major –...
On Sunday morning I left the house early. I had an appointment in Whitby; a small timber yard that had formerly thrived on supplying the boat trade had a stock of mahogany that it was selling off. I had a plan for it. One of my regular customers wanted a coffee table that could double as a flogging support, and I'd offered them a design that I thought they...
Done with her morning tasks around the house, Sarah headed down the dusty street from her aunt and uncle's square and plain frame house to the town depot, her daily routine to make an attempt to break the sleepy everday routine of her existence. As she frequently did, she stood on the platform and stared down the railroad tracks that led to the horizon, alwa...
On his way home from work, TA called Wendi. She was already home from work. He told her to get dressed for dinner because they are going to have a nice dinner. He asked her to put on her nice sexy black dress. He loved this dress. It was plain and simple but yet sexy. TA told her he would love for her to wear her garter belt and thigh-hi's with not underwear...
Chapter 11 – The Execution Ground In the morning, at 6.55 prompt, Emma was startled into consciousness by an intrusive buzzing in her vagina. For a few seconds, she wondered where she was, but then the memories came flooding back, urged by the throb of the raw pain from the four angry circles on her soft body. The pain was intense. How had she slept through...
"Nancy, do you really think this crazy idea is going to work?" I asked myself. Let me explain. A few months ago I was fascinated by the idea of submitting to a dominant, and I rashly talked a man into being my 'master' for a scene. He agreed, and I chose a rather advanced toy in his dungeon, the wooden pony. A mistake, but not a fatal one. During that pon...
When we left Kenny and Bliss, Bliss was leading him by his leash to a bedroom in the back of the house. Kenny still blindfolded, his hands cuffed behind his back, and his cock mercilessly bond in a cock-ring preventing him from ejaculating. As Bliss turned and entered the hallway Kenny slammed into the wall and fell to his knees. Bliss turned and smiled do...
I wheeled my little Mercedes-Benz Kompressor into the gravelled area in front of the solid metal gate, supported by high brick walls on either side, just off a leafy lane in the Surrey stockbroker belt. The video camera surveyed the vehicle and a metal voice message machine intoned its impersonal: "Dominie House, state your name and business." "Member 69,"...
After having to deal with the frustration of seeing her ex she could feel a bit of frustration welling up inside. It wasn't an overly contentious or otherwise unpleasant meeting, it was just the typical frustration of seeing him and watching him, as he typically does, make everything about everything about him. It's not that he does it because he's narcissis...