Jonathan spent the rest of the day, and into the evening working in the basement. He only went upstairs when needed. It was after the children went to bed, that Susan slowly, pensively walked down the steps, seeking him as he meandered through rooms cluttered with building material, still planning his work for the next days. For moments that seemed like h...
A message for those who like my stories, those who hate my stories, those who are indifferent and those who have yet to make up their minds. I have often stated that I really don't care what others think about my stories, that I write for my own enjoyment and then I offer to share. If you like my stories fine and if you don't, also fine since I have alread...
The lust started for him almost automatically, as if entering Southeast Asia were pinioning sexual engines upon his libidinal exercises. His cruel memories of the Vietnam War quieted under the weight of phallic dominance, the pressure to copulate at any cost. And so he arrived in Ho Chi Minh City where he booked a room at a rather swanky hotel and visited th...
It's one of those days. I know it's one of those days. I can feel my blood thrum under the surface. I want you. I want you so damn badly but you're always so cool. So smug. So fucking self-assured. You expect me to submit to you, like I always do. You expect me to beg you to fuck me. To beg for every teasing touch. You expect me to beg for you to hurt me, th...
A cigarette hanged from between the thin lips of the boy called Hate. Those glowing embers did nothing to light the room, and the glow only partially illuminated his sharp, hawk-like face. His dark brown eyes scanned the room slowly, and a small smile raised on the corner of his lips. Though the room was hardly lit at all, he could see it perfectly. Just ch...
This weekend was going to be a fantastic weekend. We were going to get away from the kids for a couple of days and focus on ourselves. We had played around with BDSM before but this weekend was going to be different. I had brought up the idea to her a couple of weeks earlier. I had explained to her that for my birthday I didn't want her to buy me anything. I...
This story involves sex between three people. Two men and one woman. One of the men happens to be black. The other man enjoys watching his wife have sex with the other man. Therefore, if you hate cuckolds, sex between two men or black people, you will not enjoy this short story. **** Along with the expected insults, I received many wonderful e-mails regard...
I don't know when I started to like her. Or why. I remember when I met her. I had seen her before. She was a cute girl walking around. I saw cute girls all the time. So, I wasn't interested. Not really. At the time, I had other things to deal with. I was a young black man in college. It had just begun to dawn on me that I might be 'different' and I wasn't ok...
With all the sex, bondage, torture, and more sex, Hailey's body was slowly surrendering to her Master. She woke up every morning, torn between anxiety and arousal, since she never knew what awaited her. While her body had more pleasure that she ever imagined, her mind rebelled, many many times before it was cowed into submission by her physcial pleasure. N...
I swam inside the oversized fluffy hotel bathrobe, feeling warm and tingly from head to toe. I was sore from last night, but in a good way. I felt sexually sated. It had been a wonderful worry-free night that the glaring sunlight assured was over. Jared ordered room service and we ate breakfast picnic-style on the softest bed I'd ever slept on in my life. I...