[Dear Reader, I know it has been a long time since I promised this story, but at long last here it is. This story is as true as it can be given that I wrote it many years after the actual events. They say stories get better with the telling and this one has been told through many drafts. I wrote it in the third person because it just didn't read well without...
I am waiting impatiently for the topcoat on my freshly polished nails to dry. It is 3:23PM. I have spent the day goofing off, so to speak. The house is clean. The hamper is void of dirty clothes. Dinner is finished. Chicken and veggies in a time tested Crock Pot recipe and a salad which is in a bowl, waiting only for dressing and croutons. Later I will make...
As she walks up to the door of the restaurant the butterflies seem to grow larger within her stomach. She's there to meet a man at least for dinner. She has only spoken to him thru emails and they both agreed to meet for dinner and if the evening goes well maybe a little something more. Taking a deep breath she walks thru the doors and is greeted by the hos...
I saw Scott first on Monday as I pushed through the glass doors to the break room. He didn't look all that happy to see me. "Howsit?" I questioned. "I don't know, man." He gloomily replied. I put my tray down at his table and sat across from him. "Don't tell me Lea freaked out this weekend after I left." I had thought of what we had done over the weekend...
A couple of the chapters in my story "Life With My Step-Daughter" has brought me some e-mails about my experiences in male-male relationships. Most of these exchanges are from guys who say that they are straight but have been wondering what it would be like. This is a true story about a fantasy that me and my ex-wife wanted to fulfill. *********************...
For as long as I can remember, I've fantasized about the women I've found attractive. The following is a series of some of those fantasies (at least the ones that I can remember) about teachers, co-workers, classmates, women and girls from my neighborhood, etc. Although I'll accurately describe people, places, situations, and circumstances, I will (of course...
Ch. 03: Gauntlet "Now...now, Milady. There will be plenty of time for that. You're going to wear this plug all weekend. I know you don't believe it now, but if you endure the game...in the end you will beg me to do much more than sodomize you...and you will do so in the most indelicate ways imaginable. Now...let us dine, shall we?" ------------------------...
I don't normally enjoy stories written in the 1st person or as if speaking to another person, but this story was written specifically to/for someone and so that style seemed to fit. Hopefully readers without my particular hangups will enjoy it regardless. Comments welcome! --- It was a warm Saturday night the last time the four of us got dressed up for d...
Quickening "Please understand, Milady," Mark said holding onto the bands, holding her gaze with his eyes. "If you chose to wear the bands, the only limit is my imagination. Your limits are whatever I decide they are. No questions. No complaints. No refusal...unless you choose to end the game." Michelle took the bands from him, exposed the adhesive and attac...
It was a Friday night and my wife, Amy, and I were just sitting back relaxing watching a little TV. It was great, the kids were all over at friends houses and we actually had a night to ourselves. Or so we thought. A friend of ours named Dan called and asked if we wanted company. I wanted to tell him no, but not wanting to be rude, I told him to come on o...