He couldn't have been any more perfect if I had picked him out of central casting. He was the punk rock proto-type I had lusted after all my life. That perfectly messy hair, the tight jeans. The oldest Clash t-shirt know to man, threadbare and worn. The horn-rimmed glasses, the tattoos. It was as if my brain had made him, and put him there behind the bar. Al...
He unzipped his shorts. Motioned for me to come over. I smirked and stuck a hand in the first time I touched the man of fire. We looked at each other, I watched him wring his hands, and I said, "Please don't say anything. I've got more to lose than you do." The night prior, I sucked his cock several times in a six hour period. The first time, he jumped up...
Her eyes were twin, corposantic quasars in the dank room's inner night. Long had learned to move carefully towards such energy, and through such accretion of waste, the dangerous befoulment of this his perfect find. But tonight was different. No caution, no need. He was not expecting to live through this encounter. Long lit a match and then a smoke, exhaled...
Miguel noted he was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he was a long way from being a falling down drunk. On the elevator ride he thought, "I'm the third man to make this trip tonight." His penis and testicles hurt. He wondered if Jean and Father had held hands in front of others or even kissed before they got behind closed doors. It excited him to think they d...
Sarah's eyes were closed but the room was still clear in her mind. She had been there seven times before. The parlour was small but reputable. It was fronted by large glass windows and with brick walls inside hidden behind reams of white paper holding black tattoo templates. In the back was a cushioned table where she now lay. Her jeans were pulled down low...
It'd been a few days since you'd gotten your tattoo, but the mild pain in your lower back reminded you of its presence. The fellow who inked it onto your body was a spindly and a bit sleazy, but he had been quite skilled. Surprisingly the thin man took very little convincing to ink the words "PUBLIC WHORE" into your flesh, and didn't ask any questions about...
Lolita Livingstone opened up a bottle of firewhiskey and pressing it to her lips tilted her head back gently, she closed her eyes as the hot liquid warmed her throat and the heat spread through her body. "To the end of exams," she toasted, clinking her bottle against a similar one held by Athena Zijarda. The English born witches had been sent to Goseaton...
Emily's POV I remember the first night I ever saw Mikey he looked absolutely gorgeous strumming away on his guitar with the red and blue stage lights dancing around him like he was a true Rockstar. Well that's exactly what he was although at the time I didn't know the band he was playing in was My Chemical Romance. Linzi and I were neighbours, she was olde...
God, let me be dreaming, he thought as his ass skittered away from the cane like a subdued little puppy in the suspension harness. Please, oh God, let this be my worst nightmare. Frilly tufts of flounced ballerina-like "froufrou" rang in subdued silvery tones with each wriggle of red-streaked creamy thighs. The bell-trimmed damask cloud rode those frantic t...
The Conclusion It was strange coming home to Lee instead of my wife but over the next few days I became more accustomed to my new mistress. It took some time to adjust to the chastity device that had been installed but eventually I accepted the fact it was there to stay. I also no longer took issue to the panties Lee had me wear. I resigned myself to the fa...