Chapter 2: THE HANDLER "You're my handler?" Cole shrugged. "If the term bothers you, think of me as your personal guide." The thing was, the term didn't bother me at all. Cole wasn't a bad guy when he wasn't purposely trying to be an asshole. He also happened to be tall, dark, and muscly—exactly my type, which I'm sure was no accident. Cole could handl...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now 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...
All the men who know her, especially myself, describe Marilyn Malone as a big, beautiful woman. The description is highly apt, because she is close to six feet tall, with long brown hair and a broad face with generous features. Her body is big too, with succulent breasts and a gorgeous ass. She has what I like to call "a womanly figure," although fashion des...
"ADVENTURE (noun): an unusual and exciting, often hazardous, experience or activity." Welcome to the first story in my new "Adventure" series. My two previous series "The Arrangement" and "Breaking the Arrangement"(which will continue) were autobiographical. Everything in them is based on what actually happened to me as I was growing up. While reliving thes...
I. The mansion hadn't changed, not all that much, from how I remembered it. If at all, it had aged gracefully, as only English mansions can ¬ a massive Edwardian building that had served Lords and Ladies, had housed masters and servants for centuries. Around it, at a respectful distance, were smaller buildings that rose up from the moist English ground an...
The other side of the bed was empty when Bill awoke. The clock showed 7:30. He lay on his back and thought about how nice it had been to sleep with Faith -- tangled up like puppies. But now came the morning after awkwardness. How a woman behaved the day after was always a mystery to him. Some were clingy, some cold, but the hardest to deal with were the gr...
The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate sti...
"Can you give me a ride home?" Sheila asked. "Sure," I replied. Trying to hide the surprise in my voice. "Brian is in hiding," she added. Sheila was a girl I had dated for a couple of months in the fall. The relationship had ended after Thanksgiving and now I was home on winter break from my sophomore year of college. Sheila was a year younger and at one...
Sandra arrived Friday night and I waited for her with nervous anticipation at the receiving area at the airport. Don had already set up a visit to the 'doctor' for her exam and told me that the visit was also part of the screening process to see how people reacted in an unusual sexual situation. He told me I should keep that bit of information to myself for...
"Are you going to sit on this couch for 12 hours, watching sci-fi?" Gaby asked. "That's the plan," Ben answered. "You're crazy," she said, with a whistle. "Babe, Battlestar Galactica is the greatest show that's ever been on television...ever," he said. "Besides, I won't sit here for 12 straight hours. I have to go to the bathroom sometime." "Haven't you...