I have always had a kinky mindset, even from when I was a young lad. Every time I played cops and robbers, I was the one volunteering to be cuffed and held in jail. There was simply something about the act of losing control; of being at someone else's mercy and doing anything to please them. The sensation of surrendering has been and continues to be, engrave...
S.H.E.I.L.A. - synthetic, humanoid, enlightened, inquisitive, living, android -------------- Sheila seemed to be momentarily distracted after we had stopped. Sitting there I waited for her report when she was done. Timur was rolling on the ground feeling like his face was on fire. He also noticed that his left arm and cheek hurt like hell. Still he held h...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Chapter One Stormhellion Castle Eighteen Years Later "Cane? Are you in here?" The graunch of metal rings scraping across the curtain rail filled the room at the same time as a bright, warm light shone against Canaar's closed lids. His sister had snatched open the library drapes without a thought or care for his comfort. He let out a protracted groan. "Gi...
Short Story 3 -- The Honey Trap You can call me Karina. But that is not my real name. And though I wouldn't blame you for thinking it, I am not a prostitute. First, what is real: I am beautiful. I have jet black hair. Or, in the sun, a striking violet. It falls to my shoulders in dramatic curls when I let it. My eyes are dark green. They can appear insid...
Eric and I sat naked on the bleachers at the YMCA pool, St Paul. It was nine on a Monday night, the facilities near deserted. My weights room buddy had kept me back later than usual, after our swim and workout, with his ceaseless talk of body building, body builders, new routines, favorite muscle groups. After two hours of exercise I was happy to linger in h...
Author's note: This story is very outlandish and is not for everyone. I'd strongly suggest new readers check out "All the Power - A Bit of Background," which contains some important context for what is happening here, as well as explanations for some of the more outlandish/unbelievable aspects of the story. It is very short, so it won't take up much of your...
I am over 45 and to get a certain perspective, I am taking adult University courses to improve my general culture. One day, at the end of a lesson, my regular history teacher, Mrs. Clementina Maze, asked me to stay in the classroom to tell me that a specialized and renowned teacher coming from the Netherland, Mrs. Donna Karina, was in town and looking for...
After he had Billy safely off to bed, he spent the rest of the evening surfing for pictures of Karina, of women who looked like Karina, of women doing the things Karina was doing in her photos, of men doing the things that he had done for her -- and of men doing things to other men. He searched for articles on anal sex, on oral sex from the perspective of th...