Wrist rubbed red from hours in ropes. A blindfold bleached from catching sweat from a soggy blonde mop. Chapped lips chew a cherry ball gag. A worn chest welted by kisses from the whip. A lower back arches aching from hours in the stockage. His quads quaking, his butt asking for a seat, and his feet swelling in his fashionable high heels. The best part fille...
To anybody work is the same thing. You go, you work, you leave, you get paid. The same monotonous tasks set before you day after day. That's fine with me, getting paid for doing something that doesn't bother you is probably the best job in the world. To me it just got better than just getting paid. It was any other Sunday workday. Go down to my little cave...
I have not always celebrated Nude Day; in fact I didn't even know it existed until last summer. I will be celebrating it again this year, but perhaps I should begin by telling you what happened on Nude Day last year. It all started on a camping trip last summer, the weekend before Nude Day in fact, yes we were all drinking and it sounded fun at the time, lit...
Let me start by saying that at times I can be rather dense – slow on the uptake, as it were. A classic case of the absent minded professor, only I'm not a professor. Not yet, anyhow. I have as much sex drive as the next man (at least I think I do) but, to me, there is a time and place for everything. If Cupid's arrow comes at an unexpected time or from and u...
Jean Marie...heh, yeah, that's a sweet little name that I'll never, ever forget—or better yet, escape. It wasn't that she was bad or anything—See, it was when I was younger, you know? Around eighteen. I lived with my mom, my older sister, and my little brother. She was a friend to my sister, Candie, of course... And man was she ever a friend to my sister. I...
Thank you to my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan for making this story a much better read. * I was sitting there in the restaurant in the quaint small town where I used to live. They had one of those tabletop jukeboxes and I was looking through the song titles. I remembered how so many songs seemed to be a pathway for me. I slipped in a few coins and pushed...
He was on top of her, embracing her close on her bed. She wasn't a petite woman and he wasn't a bulky man, but he was strong, muscular and sinewy, and she wanted him there. She felt him erect, scandalously black, and huge between her thighs, and although he was moving his hips and the underside of the hard phallus was rubbing in her puffy folds, he wasn't in...
The worst class I ever taught. A class of future criminals... seniors thrown out of every high school on the south side. An all-male class, in a classroom with iron bars on the windows and graffiti on the walls. Fist fights daily and a weekly knife fight thrown in for fun. Lovely. The boys noticed my long blonde hair, stunning figure and large swaying t...
The judge slammed his gavel down. "Case dismissed due to lack of evidence." I stared, open-mouthed, incredulous at such a miscarriage of justice. Even though I had done everything by the book, they were letting my prisoner go on a technicality. Because my main witness was too scared of the gang the prisoner was a member of to show up in court, he walked....
Growing up there was an attractive older lady who lived on my road, her hair was blonde like the sun, her skin had that quality to it of a woman who had enjoyed many exotic and carefree holidays in her prime, her jaw was striking. I knew that her husband had passed away in an industrial accident many years previously, and it pained me to think that nobody wa...