Steve has been forced to suck the black cock of his Mistress. He has been forced to tell his Mistress and her maid, April, that he is a faggot and a cocksucker even though the thought of it still nauseates him. He can't believe he has let himself be put in this position but has found out he has been videotaped. In the video, it appears that he is begging to...
Dear Readers, Thank you for your sincere emails that have kept me going and prompted me to return to this story. Thanks also for your messages. I looked through the story archives and I am pleasantly surprised to see not only how long this story has gone on, or how much work has been invested but how much you all have continued to be interested in the outco...
Apparently it was all true. I not only couldn’t get enough of orally giving worship to abundant hindquarters, but my tongue was clearly bigger, and its size was still increasing! And my energy level was constantly high. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I could even see the transformation in my face -- my worry lines were slowly fading away. My hair wa...
First I would like to begin by this story being purely fictional. However, it is very real in the sense that it could possibly be happening at this moment in time to someone who is reading it. This story is also very personal to me. It reveals some feelings and emotions that I have kept to myself for some time. I have not even shared them with my spouse. Som...
It was a quiet Thursday night at Rudys bar, some locals, a couple of farmers having a cold brew after a hot day in the sun. I ordered a pizza and a draft. A couple old friends were playing pool in the back, I took my beer and joined them. As the jukebox played some country song I'd never heard, I tossed a buck on the table to challenge the winner. Andy won,...
Issabella sat at the counter of the 24-hour smoothie bar, bathed in neon and nursing her wounds from earlier. Raskal the bar-keep kept a secret flame for her, but alas, he wasn't really her type, and she probably wasn't his. But, like two ships never meeting in the night, never intending to meet, or for that matter ever being in the same harbor... here they...
To the reader: I thought that I would do a very short story for Halloween. It doesn't really go anywhere; it's just a colorful depiction of a typical honkytonk. One of thousands scattered along lonely rural roads in America and many places around the world. So pop-a top and read on PN Welcome to Samuel's; just "Sam's" to the locals. A little dive of a hon...
I couldn't tell if the waitress knew what we were doing underneath that vintage tabletop. I mean I guess it really didn't matter since we would never see that place or her again, but I was still curious to know if she ever figured it out. Probably should explain. Things had been very hectic for the both of us, which is a good thing don't get me wrong. Howev...
Who are you sitting next to? I'm currently sitting at a bar downtown. 2pm on a Thursday. My fourth beer, most of them Yuengling. There's a girl next to me. Before you go that direction: no. She's probably not even twenty-one, even though the bartender gave her a vodka tonic. Her boyfriend who came in with her stormed off after some argument, but he'll be...
It’s a stormy November night. The first real storm of the year with wind and rain and thunder off in the distance. The wipers beating back and forth trying in vain to keep up with the rain pelting the windshield. The road is dark and winding along the Santiam River. I glance over at you sitting next to me. You look fearful as the car kicks up gravel alongsi...