It had been quite some time since my nude night walk and my meeting Amy at the petrol station. Meeting is a bit of a misnomer as she was on one side of the glass and I was on the other. Although I had passed Amy my mobile number before I left that night I heard nothing. Weeks went by, then a month and I'd given up hope that Amy actually wanted to meet up on...
(This story is another episode in the "Sunshine," series, so if you want to know who these people are you may want to read the first two. If you like those, you'll come back to this one. For those who've already read them, enjoy.) * After the unbelievable spectacles I had just witnessed up to this point while attending Thor and Cindy's wedding, I could nev...
"Yeecchh," thought Davida as her sneakers made a snapping sound with each step, "this floor is stickier than in a regular movie theater." As her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the porno theater, she spied an island of empty seats and quickly led herself and her friend Jennifer to them. In the darkness of the movie theater neither girl could ascertain the c...
The other night I was watching some really hot porn as usual, and I had my balls wired up the way I like to do, but I hadn't really connected anything yet. The feel of my balls being tied kind of tight with the electrode around my sack felt really good. So I selected a really hot video, the kind that gives you stages of masturbation with instructions for a...
We are in my bedroom, on my bed. You face away from me, your panty-clad ass rubbing up against the crotch of my boxers. "I'm imagining you in here alone," you say. "Imagining what you get up to when you've got no one to play with." You push yourself into me for effect, the thong of your panties disappearing between your cheeks. Your glance comes to rest on t...
I had the pleasure of hearing and watching him on cam again. He came online and we were chatting a bit. Then I started noticing the images he was posting on his blog, and I knew from that what kind of mood he was in. I switched over to my Mistress blog and began posting images that I knew would get him going more. Some were ones that he had posted, and I...
Voluntary Enslavement to the Gynarchic Alliance Chapter 1 - Volunteering Alex had always felt, deep down, that women were the superior sex. He reasoned that they were rarely the ones starting wars, rarely the ones destroying the environment and reaping the rewards of greed. Always lacking the killer instinct, he felt like he was making little progress in...
My name is Anthony Taylor, Anthony to my friends, never Tony. On my visiting card I call myself Anton Schneider. A straightforward translation, harmless enough. However, the letters appended to my name, Dip. VIST, are, I admit, a fiction. I believe there is no academic qualification for sex therapists and therefore no Vienna Institute of Sex Therapists to aw...
As you flew through the air, having just been hit by a car, your life flashed before your eyes. As a child people praised you as a gifted mind. You used to win academic awards left and right. You didn't have a lot of friends but you could always be seen playing with kids your age. Huge smile on your face. Images flashed before you in a blur. White light blin...
(Thanks for the feedback from "Needing Natalie." Please check out my notes. LOL to all.) There may only be one thing worse than the traffic in L.A. – my reaction to it. I absolutely hate it! For five days each week, like so many other “worker bees,” I slog through it twice, to and from my job, at a pace slower than that of drying paint. It is an inevitabili...