What a day. Hell, what a week. You make your way to your car after what seemed like the longest week in history. You need a hot shower, stiff drink, serious man food, and hot nekkid sex. In that order. You open your car door and wait a minute and while the enclosed heat escapes, you run a hand through your short tousled hair. Although you keep the windows cr...
"I probably made a fool of myself," Roxanne Walter said to the empty kitchen as she leaned back against the door she had just closed behind herself. "There's no fool like an old fool - and I'm an old fool that talks to herself more and more all the time." In fact there had been no one around to talk to at the old farmhouse for several years. Her husband had...
Yoni, Gina and I left the Palms after only five days; just to be sure we were waiting when Prince Tulan returned. We were all nervous. We were all emotionally invested in the project and each other. That day passed slowly and casually. We were playful. I got flashed and kissed the flashing pussy or boob. But our minds were racing. There was only room for sm...
I knew the pub where the meeting was to take place. It was on the edge of a town about half-way between where we lived in Hertfordshire, and where the studs lived in East London. A big impersonal place, but ideal for our meeting. My first impression of 'The Boys' was not good. All muscles and tattoos. They were in their late twenties, short cropped hair, at...
Note to Reader: The story takes place in an insane asylum in French Colonial Algeria, during the Algerian War of Independence (1954-1962). Dr Pierre Marques is a white French doctor, psychologists and therapist, who believes strongly in the French Empire and the civilising mission. Entrenched within him, is his belief, that Algerians and Muslims are inherent...
Afraid to touch her, Bill slumped in the chair beside Faith's bed for nearly an hour. She looked fragile -- face swollen, wearing an oxygen mask, and lying so still he had to watch closely to see her chest rise and fall. Doctor Grady explained that her physical injuries, although initially disfiguring, were actually minor and in a few weeks would fade away...
The Sculptor... "A fortnight later, the weather had warmed further and much had been resolved. The book had been through its final edit and we were pleased with it. A few months would now pass before we received the proof copies. The negotiations with Claire and her husband had gone well. They were a delightful couple, he was an educated man with a bright f...
Ivy slept with Harley vined around her. Usually, she thought of herself as a mighty oak, with Harley perhaps a tart fruit growing from her vines. She didn't feel that way now. She felt rootless, unmoored. When Harley cuddled her, her body stung. The sting made her nipples tingle. She detached herself from Harley, fleeing guiltily into the spacious bathroom...
Preamble: Yep it's been too long since I last wrote, but I have had someone e-mail me and inspire me to write again. I hope this captures the spirit of my previous master/sub slut stories... I intend it to be just as dirty. My stories are written about me, a dirty minded Master, and very willing submissive sluts, who find ultimate satisfaction in giving up...
*Frolicon is held in Atlanta every year. This is a semi fiction account of what happened there...if you ask real nice, maybe I will tell you what happened, what is made up, and the bit of both. It is geeky, and kinky, and as sex positive as you can get. Check them out.* ***** After you dry off, you begin to assemble your costume. It starts with a white g-s...