I hear a car outside, pulling into a spot. It's not the kind of sound you'd normally notice from inside My apartment, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't primed for it. The halt of the engine and the light slam of the door follow, and I smile. Footsteps from outside, getting even slower (if that's possible) as they come to My door. I wonder how long you'll...
Kneeling before my gorgeous Haitian goddess Esther, I am at last where I was born to be. My name is Steve Voltaire and I am a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I used to think the Black girls in my church were boring and dull, since most of them never put out, you know? Like most brothers, Christian or otherwise, I had...
When the blindfold came off my face I had a little trouble focusing on my surroundings. Being strapped to the horse oriented my head toward the floor and I wasn't sure if I should look up or not. In front of me I could see a pair of high heeled, black leather boots covering Mistress K's legs as far up as my current view allowed. The leather was soft and supp...
Friends and those of you who have read my stories before already know this, but new readers may not. This story, like all I write, is true. In this case, the names are even true, though I usually change them. But Leighton has said it was OK, and you already know Paul and I, so there is no reason to change names. The dialog is as I remember it, which means i...
At 35 years young, I'd like to think that I look twenty-something. I certainly work hard enough to remain buff with strict dieting, treadmill, free-weights, Yoga, tennis, golf, and Pilates. Bi-weekly salon visits for bikini waxing keep me free of hair or stubble that I used to get when shaving my pubes with a razor. I love the feeling of my husband's t...
On Susan Major's desk the telephone rang. She glanced at it with a frown. That was all she needed. Didn't the world and their ape know that she was up to her eyebrows in work and with a never-ending pile of more work that stretched to the dim and distant horizon to be done? Why is there never a temp around when you need one? Hopefully, whoever it was would...
Beth and I actually met playing a stupid dice game on our phones a few months back. It had become an interesting way to pass the boredom of the day, and I frequently sent greetings to woman that I played. Sometimes, they would reply sometimes they wouldn't. When I saw Beth's picture icon on the game, I thought she was very attractive and sent her a message...
Now I know what you're thinking this could not be about sex, BDSM, torture, nonconsensual, love and above all money. However there is so much more but you must read to find out more. This store starts with four very good looking guys. They were smart beyond their time. The first name was Michael. Michael came from a very high end family. His father own ov...
Author's Note: I wrote this in 1993, for a lover who is much as I describe here. Upon reading the story, he said, "Who gave you the owner's manual?!" I assume that was a compliment -- on my understanding of him, at least, even if not on my writing. :-) Game 1: Anger He doesn't bottom to me very often, and when he does, it's usually just a flogging. I had...
Ding! The sound of the doorbell downstairs brought Kitty to attention, snapping her out of her nervous trance. Tonight they were hosting a dinner party to celebrate a breakthrough at Daddy's lab. Her first impulse was to head to the door and welcome their new guests to their home, but that was Daddy's job tonight. Her job was simply to get dressed nice, an...