"Severe delays on the Northern line," the announcer was saying as I rushed into London Bridge Station; "...signal failure between Camden Town and..." Damn! "Good service on all other underground lines..." And so it was that I was crowding onto a packed Jubilee line train in the middle of the afternoon. It was hot, really hot... that stifling, muggy, still...
The usual Author's Notes as before: (1) This is fiction; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 8; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself; (4) Slavery is illegal. That does not mean it is not real. But this is just a story; (5) Do NOT EVER leave anyone in bondage as severe as that depicted herein without supervision; (6) This s...
Last of Chapter 11 I walked into the house to find John sitting on the sofa waiting for me. He looked closely at my scanty, disheveled bra and panties. He said, "I hope you had a good time." I smiled and said, "I had a wonderful time." Sitting next to my husband I told him everything that happened, including the fact that I had a wonderful orgasm several ti...
Note to the Reader: This is one of those stories that wrote itself. It came about in a matter of hours one evening. It encompasses my fondness for romance and my fetish for anything wet. Sue finally arrived home about 9 p.m. that evening. She was so tired and weary that she wondered how she had managed to drive home. Every muscle in her body was tense and a...
It started like any normal relationship. I had dated my owner for several weeks now. He was not my owner yet, at the time he was just my boy friend. He was older than me, I was only twenty four and he was in his forties. A bit older than I had ever dated before, but he seemed nice and I didn't have any other pursuers so I gave him a chance. We had met onlin...
'She was definitely one dirty bitch!' These were my thoughts as we practically fell through the open doorway and my hotel room. Already my pants were halfway to the floor and her hands were desperately groping for my cock and balls. Her warm fingers slid around my erect shaft and she started to pump away. She was if anything, too rough, my foreskin feeling l...
My thanks to my editor adetaildiva. Without her this would be a poorer story. After her any errors are mine. * "Since it's my turn for Saturday, can you be gone overnight? We'd run up to Martinsburg Saturday morning and you could meet my parents. Then we'd drive back on Sunday." Nan had called me Monday night about the next weekend. "Give me a few minutes...
This story is written from the Shemale's point of view. "Francine" is based on a real Transgender woman from California. She gave me the outline of a meeting she had with "Jonathan." ***** My name is Francine and I am a natural red head blue eyed 34 year old Transsexual. My skin has a very light complexion with numerous freckles. I have been on hormones fo...
IN THE BEGINNING Chapter One The deepest, darkest, depths of Peru. It was to be Laura's first excursion into the untamed jungles of the world having finally come of age. As a child, she had travelled significantly with her father, but she had always been left at home when he went on his tomb-raiding excursions. Her father had since perished at the hands o...
Author's note: This is about a fetish and of limited interest. This story contains a cis-hetero couple engaging in menstrual/period sex. It is told from the male's perspective who has a period fetish. Some readers may not want to continue. *** A particularly erotic memory from the days when my wife and I were dating occurred during a trip to see one of her...