All content copyright 2012 Ted Szabo This is part 4 of a longer work, "Brick House.". It includes chapter four. While this chapter does not have erotic content, many of others do. It is included for the convenience of readers interested in the larger story. * I was about halfway back from my afternoon class at the engineering mall when the clouds burst. H...
It was a Friday morning, 17th of July 2002, I was 18. Friday morning is very much like any other morning, but who could have guessed that this was the morning when I'd lose my virginity to my Mistress? It was around 10:30 am, I was lying on the couch watching TV, minding my own business, the door bell rang, I got up and walked to the door. I opened it and i...
I wrote this story years ago and just came across it. I thought I'd do a little editing and submit. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ She was typically late but managed to arrive uncharacteristically early for her appointment, an interview, a reason to return to a place she hadn't been in years, though she drove by almost daily. Out of habit, an old, lo...
It's 5:00 pm. Normally, I'd be on my way home by now, like everyone else at the office is, but I have a conference call with the CEO that was supposed to start an hour ago. But, as usual, she's running behind and that means I get to sit here and keep working until she's ready for me. At least with everyone else gone for the day it's nice and quiet. I put on...
The world's oldest sport also happens to be my favorite. Hunting. I simply love it. The thrill of the hunt, the ecstasy of the chase and the primal joy of the kill. I am definitely into it. Who am I? I am a wealthy and powerful Black man, enough said. I've been called many things. From corporate raider to slick businessman to functional sociopath. Just call...
Everyone has gone away. The house is quiet and shadowy. Bathed and anointed with delicate sachet that smells like new-mown grass, I hear the knock on the door and know it is time. Meeting an internet lover for the first time is risky. I have never done this before. My heart beats like a frightened bird in a cage as I open the door. But, I don't care. Life i...
The one thing you've asked of me is to write down what I felt when you commanded my night. I put on a brand new bra and panty set and lay on the bed wearing the blindfold you bought me. Your only instructions were for me to be unable to see when you came home. You walk in the house and announce yourself, "Honey, I'm home!" I can't help but think how cheesy...
We're going to dinner this evening but she insists we become intimate "her way" first. The bed has a headboard but no footboard, only the double-twin metal box-spring frames. She ties my legs, well apart, on each side of the headboard, my arms, to each side of the foot of the bed-frame, my head barely supported by the joining of the double-twin mattress. A...
Thank you for reading this chapter! If you have not read the previous chapters, please do so (particularly 16 and 17). I have been away for a while; life (and death) tend to get in the way of many things, including writing. Special thanks to "Giraffe" for helping me through perhaps the worst writer's block ever AND for being the one to hold my hand these las...
Author’s Note: This was another fantasy written in response to my phantom master’s command. He wanted me to take the dominant role so that I might understand how it felt to have the responsibility for a submissive’s pain . . . and pleasure. ~~~~~~~~~~ You hear the whistle of the riding crop just before it catches the tender flesh of your buttocks. With no...