Michelle slept late the morning following her submissive gang bang and woke up to the smell of bacon cooking. She was groggy as she slowly made her way to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. Ken greeted her with a much needed extra-large cup which she greatly appreciated. "How are you feeling honey?" Ken asked as he continued cooking. "I'm exhausted but t...
Authors note: This is part of the Nude day contest. I hope you enjoy! Vote high and vote often! * I really hated working weekends, but here I was doing just that. Partly because I felt like I had to and partly because I felt like it was important that if I have my people working on a weekend, I should be equally willing to be there with them. The had to pa...
"Hey Richard, are you going to celebrate National Nude Day?" Richard began to chuckle, "When is it?" "The day after tomorrow." Janice was trying to create a flirtatious conversation. She liked Richard. "I never heard of it. How do you celebrate it," Richard responded. Janice began to smile, "You do everything nude." Richard liked Janice's energetic per...
I'm retired now, but I spent most of my life working as a professor of English at a small New England college. There were six people in the English department, but the one I was closest to—literally—was Paul Baker, whose office was next to mind and with whom I shared an adjoining door. I had been at the college considerably longer than Baker—about 25 years—...
When I arrived at work I headed straight for my office and spent the next three hours thinking about my wife, about what she might be getting up to in a few short hours. Every so often I would find myself with an erection, and had to resist the urge to pull it out and masturbate right there and then. Every so often I would look out the window onto the Sales...
It was late in the day on a Friday evening and everyone at the law firm had seemingly gone home. I only stayed to catch up on a few projects that I could never seem to quit find the time to complete. At about 8:30 or so, I stepped into the hallway to use the men's room. While washing my hands, I heard the door to the office close. I assumed it was the clea...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
I have taken some shortcuts in this story to make it more readable. The process of getting hormones was a little more detailed (i.e. psychological evaluation and ongoing group therapy sessions), but would bore the average reader, lol. Although I combined three separate visits to tell this part of the story, it is fairly accurate (i.e. He fucked me on each vi...
Renee was a woman with a very particular fetish. Ropes. Bondage. Restraints. Those were the things which made her feel safe. It gave her the feeling that she was alive. It was her dirty little secret. And only a select group of people actually knew about it. She was a financial analyst for Cobolt Lansing, a major corporation. And she was also a personal...
1 - Phone Call Brian Luckhurst glared in annoyance at the ringing phone. He was doing his business plan and had told his secretary Samantha not to put any calls through to him. Angrily he lifted the receiver. 'I hope this call is bloody important' he snapped. 'It's your wife and she said it was very urgent' 'Sorry Samantha, I don't suppose you had any re...