We're sent on a training course together, catching an early train to London and then the Underground to the companies training centre in Waltham Forest. Everything feels relaxed as we tease each other and laugh the whole way there. The first day of the course goes quickly, and then we walk to the hotel. You have to help me with the touch screen check-in syst...
My girlfriend and I had lived together for a few years now. Actually, I should comment that my girlfriend, her sister and I had lived together for a few years. In reality she didn't live with us but, it felt like she did sometimes. My Girlfriend's sister Amy was 27 a few years younger than me, and a few years older than my Girlfriend. It seemed like she had...
My journey of exploring my sexuality and into discovering BDSM has been my most fun journey yet. My journey, this journey has opened my eyes to so many new things, new people, and new experiences. Not only was I discovering my sexuality, I was discovering myself too. For me, BDSM was an outlet, an escape, a place where I could have fun and truly be myself....
I remained bound in the dark for quite some time. With nothing to stimulate my senses, my mind begins to wander, and I start to reflect on the evening. It's been challenging, to say the least, but rewarding as well. My bound aching cock seems to agree, as it leaks copious amounts of pre-cum onto the cold tile floor beneath me. My face smells of sweaty ass, a...
Light shines through the window, and my eyes slowly open. I yawn, stretch, and smile at the memories of the last two days. It's been difficult, but very rewarding to serve Mistress and cater to her every whim. With her now on my mind, I roll over and expect to gaze upon her wonderful sleeping body, awaiting its morning worship. Instead, I see nothing. I pan...
[Note: Based on some actual events. Careful with NSA sex, reality is different than fantasy.] *** I just started getting back to the gym, working out again after a knee injury from running. As a runner, I just hit the gym for some light weights and cardio and was surprised at how many of the guys there were really into working out to become pumped up, pec'...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Twenty-Three. 2003. Part B. (September.) Simon, mid-twenties. Night Porter. I expected to have completed my assignment by mid-afternoon at the latest so despite the distance hadn't bothered to book overnight accommodation. The litigation turned out to be a far more complex c...
This story has a slight season touch to it, but I hope nobody minds that I am submitting it now instead of waiting for next winter. If you have read any of my stories, you will know that the characters are based on real people and my stories were originally written for my friend, who I affectionately call my Naked Norwegian. The people are real, the stories...
I walked into the hotel room and was met by Eric. "Where the hell have you been you?" he barked. "Where the hell was I?" I barked back. "Yes, where the hell were you? I've been up all night worried about you," he nipped. "I'm sure you were up all night fucking that blonde bimbo draped all over you at the Craps table?" I shouted. "What?" the look on his...
Author's Note: All characters are adults, which in this context means they are at least twenty-one years of age. ***** My Dear Susan, I was naturally horrified to hear of your ravishment by those masked thieves - and, indeed, most distressed by your discovery by Lady Grey during your ill-conceived use of Sir Thomas's erotic device. But I must confess the...