Almost dinnertime... but not yet I kneel pretty. Head up high and proud. Smiling and batting my eyelashes at any Mistress who looks at me. Shoulders back even though my wrists are shackled close to my collar. Back straight, Tits out. A coy "Mona Lisa" half-smile on my face when I don't know if any Mistress is watching or not. I scratch my nose and hope a Mi...
They have put me in a holding cell. I guess they will want to take a statement from me, but since I admitted the crime in my first 999 phone call, I guess there's no great urgency. Meanwhile, I am lying here on the firm, dunlopillo mattress with its waterproof (for water read urine) cover, looking at the whitewashed walls and the heavy metal door with its ce...
This story has been made significantly better by the tireless efforts and editing of IMcRout. * Marcos Panthi had a problem, not a serious or immediate crisis, but a definite situation in need of some kind of reconsideration. He was a knight in foreign lands well to the west of his home territory. He was dark haired with short curls and deep dark pools...
London The warehouse is completely empty except for a single, black Lexus GS sitting in the middle of the floor. Colonel Pierson sits perched on its hood in a fine tailored suit and flanked by two well-armed soldiers. Julie doesn't recognize the uniforms they wear and they don't have any patches whatsoever. She can only assume they are of the colonel's DEP...
Author's Note I would like to admit that Elanna is based off the character Ezio in Assassin's Creed 2, I'm a big fan of both the original and the second, and her creation came out of a written Role-Play with a close friend. Her clothing is basically Ezio's, so if you look up "Ezio" in images on the net, that would go a long ways into knowing what Elanna loo...
I will begin this tale with the info that I am what is called a bi-top. I love women, however, I will also fuck men. The reader can accept my belief that mouths and anuses have no gender, or not. It matters little to me. I had met and fucked a submissive bottom . He is 35, married with 2 children, and dearly loves being ordered to do anything. I mean anyth...
Adam Brent is the name. Most people just call me Young Adam. I don't know why, but that nickname has stuck with me for ages. I'm a tall, and dare I say good-looking young African man with dark brown skin, curly black hair and pale gray eyes. Anyone looking at me would see a young African-American male. The kind of man that both men and women can't help but f...
It was a major leap for us both and specially an out-of-character behavior for me. I would have never imagined that I would be standing on an altar in front of a man, whom I had met just six months ago. At that moment, when we were about to take our vows, I realized that I loved the man a lot but I barely knew anything about his background. However, when he...
"Two more minutes? Pleease?" I knew that the arching pose Amy had got herself into was beginning to hurt, but my drawing was going well and I just needed to firm up some of its key details. Amy grunted at me through her clenched teeth, but nodded and held the pose. The window light was wintry and gentle as it shaped her smooth white body into soft highlight...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first chapter of a long semi-autobiographical tale about my search for sexual identity. Since some of the characters are real people, I've changed all the names to protect the innocent. And while you might be tempted to look for vacation rentals on Vecino Beach (see chapters 3 and 6), don't bother. I made it up as a convenient stan...