Food was good. I had been running on an adrenaline high for hours. Joel's place has a cook's kitchen. He whipped up some omelettes, that and the black coffee and Bloody Marys helped me to step it down a couple of notches. We were all dog tired, and so after my fifth or sixth Bloody Mary I was down for the count. When I woke up, it was night. I wandered arou...
Leutnant Adolf Sturmundrang, (a.k.a. Windrunner) would have probably been cursing his luck or perhaps even those who had led him into the predicament but the silver handcuffs and shackles burned to0 badly for him to even think. Worse yet, there was a headsman's block clearly in sight with a moon silver ax stuck into it. It was strange stuff, moon silver. It...
The trappings of court were off now and she was in her private chambers. Her lady-in-waiting was with her, but here, the formality was dropped. She was not a "lady" actually, not a noble, but she and the queen had been fast friends since they were girls, and she managed the details of the queen's personal affairs: directing the staff for her queen's needs an...
This story is a graphic tale of a Dom and his very submissive transgendered males. If you are offended by tales of BDSM and sex between consenting adults then read no further ......... other wise enjoy It is best if read with previous chapters. Feel free to leave honest comments or suggestions, it really does encourage those of us who write to continue......
All characters in this story are over 18 years. ***** Most evenings Leona Nelson spent at the local pub with friends. On one occasion, after a vigorous game of pool, she became aware of one particular man standing with two other men at the bar. He was tall with a dark bushy beard. She couldn't recall seeing him in the pub before; she knew most of the reg...
I recently moved to Madrid to work for an English Textbook Company to satisfy the huge demand for learning the Queen's English in Spain. It was a transfer I had sought out. Every year for the past decade I'd made a point of taking a project in the Madrid office and by this point spoke pretty good Spanish and understood the culture fairly well. The weather, t...
This is a true story. Feel free to comment if you've had similar experiences or fantasies. * It was bound to happen. I had dressed for months in secret. Going even further, shaving my legs, chest, genitals and bottom. Hiding my newly acquired heels & stocking from my significant other. I had felt it for months. The drag of the same routine. Dressing, ridin...
Written in collaboration by jes_da_man & LittleOne Sunday, June 9, 2002 - 1:13:03 PM --------------------------- Now let's see if what I saw in my mind is anything like what truly transpired. As I sat there nude waiting for you on the bench in the nurses' locker room in the hospital where you work, I leaned up against the wall. My legs were spread apart...
Part 1. The Awakening TRUE! - nervous - very, very lustily nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am aroused? The feeling had sharpened by senses - not destroyed - not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all the things in the bedroom and in the hall. I heard many things in the basement as well. How, then, am I arou...
It is night, just after 12. I am thinking of a smoking half cigar, a small aromatic full tobacco cigar. It is lying in my favorite ashtray, a porcelain rendering of a half nautilus. The cigar is on the other side of the room, my living room. I am alone and liking it in the middle of January, warm and cozy. A lot I've thought about tonight, and none of my th...