It had been a great day. I'd already put in over 50 hours this week and completed a couple of important projects so at two o'clock Friday I headed to the house. I was looking forward to spending a good chunk of the weekend working on my new project, restoring a 1972 Chevrolet Camaro for my wife. It had always been her favorite car and working in the garage w...
My name is slave. Of course, that's not my real name, but for the story I plan to tell, it will do. For the record, I'm a bisexual submissive male. There are few who know this fact. Common enough story there, I suppose. Truth is, my family and friends could never accept my lifestyle, so that part of myself stays safely locked away. But behind closed doors....
Note – It's important to have read the first chapter of this story before reading below. A few weeks later, Rachel surprised me by saying that she had gotten a dirty video that we could watch as we were getting into bed. She then inserted the DVD and pressed play. I was SHOCKED to see a blindfolded Julia having her wrists restrained to the bed frame in Jeff...
Chapter 10 of The Therapist's Journey continues the story of Scottie Stone, who was featured in Chapter 9, and, of course, the Moms. * * * * That the opportunity to teach two summer-school courses was the best thing that had happened to me recently is some indication of the muddle my life had become. I was going to spend three weeks in Europe with Kevin,...
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone for all the great feedback and suggestions. It's been fantastic hearing from you. The overwhelming consensus I received was to continue the story . . . and so here is chapter 5. I hope you enjoy it . . . * "Oh, I should really buy this," Sister Monica said, picking up a jar of boysenberry jam from the wooden shelf. "Siste...
A number of years ago, I published a series of stories in a series entitled, "The Twighlight Zone". The stories were all linked to a sex toy/lingerie shop and club of the same name. The first of the stories and the inspiration for the series began in "The Wedding Present", already posted here. Each chapter had it's own characters and plot, though all revolve...
As I slipped the Landrover into first gear and indicated to leave the station carpark I looked across to watch the figure of my employer, Lord Ralph Boddington Smythe, disappear inside the station building. I smiled to myself at my fortune, only three weeks ago I was a stable hand, an assistant to the stable manager, now I was holding the managers’ position...
Back at home after meeting a new woman in Las Vegas Bill couldn't wait to see her again. Unfortunately, he lived near Milwaukee and she was in Chicago. It wasn't a huge distance but it would make dating somewhat cumbersome. He would need to drive about an hour and a half each way which made staying overnight the only practical way to see her; that meant a po...
On Christmas Eve, I should have been out spending time with family or friends, but instead I was in my empty apartment with a glass in my hand all dressed up but nowhere to go. I put on my gold sequin mini dress thinking that I could maybe go out to a club, but when the time came I wasn't really feeling it. I just moved to a new city far from my family and f...
Some years ago, an excellent writer of adult fiction, writing under the pseudonym "Little Joe," created several characters inspired by myself and several lovely ladies we both knew. One character was based on me, Bobbie Kaye, and was nicknamed Cutie, or Little Miss Cutie. Little Joe posted a number of these wonderful stories, in which Bobbie Kaye and her fri...