Mi nombre es Adrián, tengo treinta años recién cumplidos y soy ingeniero informático en una compañía de telecomunicaciones. Físicamente, creo que soy un tío atractivo: metro setenta y cinco, rubito, ojos verdes, nunca he tenido problemas para ligar. Cuido bien de mi cuerpo: voy tres veces por semana al gimnasio y depilo mi vello corporal, incluido mi vello p...
What I Learned From A Friend Who Was A Stay-At-Home-Mom And Professional Dominatrix "Brenda" told me she did not want to put her baby into day care after the child was born so she would put plans for a regular job on hold and continue as a professional dominatrix after the little one came into the world. However, she definitely wanted to protect her baby fr...
Becky and I met at work by pure chance. I was there on my third day in the billing section at a new company. The organization is large, so the lunch is spread out from 11:30 AM to 12:30 PM to accommodate the employees. A co-worker in my section invited me to lunch. After we had selected our food, cafeteria style, I followed Jean outdoors to sit in the warm...
(Thanks to PokingFun for her editing on both this and last chapter - sorry PF) (Thanks also to Bryan, Charles and John for help with feedback and ideas and this and last chapter) *The Titanic was sunk by snowflakes that fell long before mankind first forged iron* *Yes* I had made the pledge to abandon my society. The message deleted itself. "Who was it?...
1. Friday My name is Matilde. Matilde Jørgensen. I'm a 28-year-old schoolteacher with an interesting and challenging job at a local school at Frederiksberg in Copenhagen, Denmark. I live in a cosy two-room apartment with a balcony close to the Assistens churchyard and I have everything one could wish for. Except for a nice boyfriend. And that seems som...
For starters, my thanks to PokingFun for keeping her head above the rip tide long enough to edit this work. To Smutol, who fought with me - A LOT - but provided invaluable input into character interactions and was often the voice for 'the little guy'. To Talonwolf because apparently the ATF can't do their jobs to my satisfaction. To the Voice Howling In t...
This story is submitted as part of the "One Night in XXX" story event—a collection of stories that all take place in a single night in a specific place. "You're going to kill us both, Zhang," I told the cabbie in his native Mandarin as he whipped across two lanes to pass a Maserati on Al Asayel Street. "You don't want to die all alone, do you?" Zhang asked...
Justine was also broken up. Broken up, lost like a sweater without one correct stitch. But she too was moving up. And out. She moved to D.C. and took classes at the University there. She worked for an artist in residence program as a theater teacher. She was essentially a consultant who taught theater to what one might consider underprivileged kids in neighb...
Her exquisite service to her owner concluded, she carefully let my cock out of her mouth without getting anything on my pants, just as she'd been trained. I touched the back of her head gently. Recognizing the signal she bent her head forward, and I lifted her long black hair and squeezed the last few drops of come from my cock onto the nape of her neck, on...
It's good to see cuckolding communities on a rise in Indian society as well. So much so that talking about it has become a norm at many levels, if not all. Well, coming back to the story of my life, it's me and my two fetishes, cuckolding and foot fetish, growing deeper and deeper in me, so much that I have now secretly accepted my role in ISHA'S life. I l...