Roisin could not focus on the conversation. Her friends bantered and she felt like a spectator. Detached by her thoughts and sparks of sensation throughout her body. She knew she must be flush and her increased heart rate was helping speed the alcohol's effects. Why was her nose tingling? She kept wanting to inhale deeply to feel the sensation. To intensify...
Part Five I had been left face down and spread-eagled to the table in complete darkness for a long time. My arm was stretched but not enough to hurt this time, I managed to wriggle my caged cock from under my body so it was not between my legs but the spiked were still sticking in. I don't know how long I was left down there but I was so exhausted I managed...
Note to reader: My last entry, "One Glass of Wine?" was not very good. That was partly because it was hastily prepared in fantasy mode. This version, "One Glass of Wine, Revisited" (without a question mark) is, I think, better and here is why. The first was fiction, with things added that I would like to see done to me. But that is not up to me, so in this s...
By now, you should know the game. Bernard Lamont is the name. A big and tall, openly bisexual Haitian man living in the city of Toronto, Ontario. I major in Criminal Justice at the University of Toronto. Prior to that, I attended city college in the town of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm having the time of my life these days, folks. Hooking up with sexy Black,...
Chapter 9: Let's all go bi The day was gloriously beautiful. Simon was dressed in faded skintight soft denim jeans. Nice tight lowrise hugging his ass and hips. Scuffed Hippie flares touching the top of his barefeet. He wore a sparkly silver club wear top and of course, always a collection of sluttish bangles on his fem boy wrists. He threw a purple girlie...
Diane was sipping her coffee, clearing the cobwebs and waiting for her toasted English muffins. The smell of burnt muffin crumbs filled the air with an invisible, not unpleasant scent. The morning sun had not yet reached that side of the house, and the kitchen was cool by summer standards. Sleep had flattened her countenance, made it ordinary, attractive but...
This is the first story I have submitted to any site. Sorry if it seems rather slow but it is going to be a long story and it will get much more sexual and kinky. I hope readers will find it interesting and be waiting for the continuation of the story. Please feel free to give me any feedback. * I am a straight man with a regular life, dating occasionally...
Gerd loosened off and then untied the ropes that bound my wrists and ankles. I rubbed the marks where the flesh had been heavily indented by their tight constriction, sitting at his booted feet now as he watched me. He clipped a leather leash to my collar. "Whenever you are leashed you will remain on all fours unless told otherwise, is that understood boy?"...
This is obviously heavy satire. Also, there is no sexual activity involving people under the age of 18. * Buttweasel had heard about the gays, and he was terrified. All they seemed to do was mince around, bleaching their own anuses, and butt-scissoring each other until they got AIDS. What's more, it seemed they wanted to spread their vile practices to the...
[Prefix: Some added information for those who will read on. As noted this story is one mostly about t-girls who work as dominatrixes and live much of their lives en femme. It's a story of a developing relationship and incorporates other characters in supporting roles. BDSM and other forms of sexual eroticism has been and will be written in the story, but so...