"Have a safe night at work, sweetie," Carol Melvin-Brown texted her husband, family law attorney Devon Brown, as she started her shift at Victoria General Hospital. Outside the hospital, it was super cold, even by Halifax standards. Carol for once was glad to be inside. The six-foot-tall, curvy and sexy, short-haired and big-bottomed, caramel-hued and brown-...
Miranda. One cool lady. She was the kind of co-worker you lucked into. Highly competent. Took care of business. Represented the firm with aplomb. She exuded professionalism. At twenty plus years younger than I, she carried herself with a pert self-confidence. She could be flirtatious and sexy when she chose to turn it on. Her persona was an amalgam of an i...
Why does being forced to be the slave of a woman and drink her urine or lick her feet produce such pleasurable emotions within us? What makes fantasizing over being forced to dress as a girl and provide oral sex for a male friend arouse us to the extents it does? I have had these questions for years and I believe I have found several answers. If you too have...
Scene 1 I couldn't believe I was doing it, even as I followed the tall blonde in the black PVC catsuit to the door with "Private" written over the door in tilting red script. I just went to the sex club to watch, at least that was my plan, but as soon as I saw her demonstrating the proper way to flog a man in a kneeling position, I knew I would be on my kne...
Copyright 2007 by madengineer3 * My wife, Sharon, and I (Bob) have been married for over nineteen years. We have had some minor problems, but to a large extent our marriage has been quite good. We both have different and varied interests. Like most of our friends or family neither of us affiliates with any church, temple, or synagogue. To a large extent we...
Ever since Tyrone Woodbury came to study at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, he'd had to adjust to a strange and complex environment. When his father Franklin James Woodbury got offered a position at Ciena Systems, in the Kanata neighborhood of Ottawa, the old man was thrilled, and happily moved to the Canadian Capital. Franklin Woodbury...
**Chapter 1. Growing up Oh my where to begin, I imagine it is best to start at the beginning (or as close to it as I can remember). I grew up in a relatively medium sized east coast city living what some may call a normal life with two sisters and both my parents. Growing up I was always into sports and when I entered middle school I had begun to focus on b...
Chapter 1: The End of Slavery It had been two months since Debbie had been sold into sexual slavery with Beth, and she was becoming very depressed. She had thought that she wanted to be a full time sexual slave to a dominant woman. And, she now is serving as a pussy eating, sexual slave to her friend, Beth. And, her best friend, Marion, was also serving sim...
Sofia was bored. Another day, another long sales pitch to sit through; probably with some wrinkly old man droning on and on about some boring new service. Stifling a yawn, she walked in through the large mahogany doors of her boardroom. The sight that greeted Sofia made her pause in her tracks. The man who was quietly conversing with her own Head of Sales wa...
This is to give a "behind-the-scenes" view of the writing of "Opening Him Up." I apologize it took so long to complete the story, but I thought it was worth it. This essay is more of a rambling to give those that are curious about how and why I wrote this story a look into my real mind. "Opening Him Up" is completely fictional. Some elements were taken and...