Note: This story is about a master slave relationship - consensual but not equal with an acknowledgement that the Master is superior and the slave inferior. ***** Chapter 17 - Last training lessons Training Day 9 - Sunday I woke to the sound of Master and Kyrin fucking again. Kyrin was on his back holding his legs - giving Master total access to his hole...
Hey Everyone! Next chapters up! Hope you like! -Rosi *** Nina twisted her wrist, pushed open her front door, and rushed inside then turned the lock back until she heard the snip of the tumbler fall into place. Another note to self: don't do any creepy, dangerous things like sleep outside at 1:30 in the morning! Pushing away from the door, Nina let...
The stereotype about us bisexual men is that we're serial cheaters, disease spreaders and that we couldn't be honest if God Himself ordered us to do so. What a load of crap! As if there's a link between sexual orientation and dishonesty. Sounds like a character issue rather than a sexual one if you ask me, but what do I know? In case you're wondering who the...
Funerals these days are not what they used to be. In the past when a loved one died you had a ceremony, you grieved, family and friends gathered to say good bye and then the body would be buried or cremated but in a way that they were not completely destroyed, mostly the dead was kept close and ever present. But in 3030 things were different, harsher, more...
I would love to become a woman's slave like that. Allowing her to pick me up in a strange town, where I have never been. Blindfolding myself for her before she arrives to pick me up. She leaves an old service van parked on a deserted parking lot, dark, at night. She gives me directions there. I arrive there at a particular hour. She will arrive one or two ho...
"I'm sorry," Sergeant Miller told me, right before he shot me. Of course, since this was the dawn of the Zombie Apocalypse and the fucker failed to hit my brain, I was doomed to come back. Nowadays, we all get a second chance at life, and this really sucks. For this and many other reasons, I hate the fucker. Life as a Zombie sucks, man. It's even worse if yo...
Why does being forced to be the slave of a woman and drink her urine or lick her feet produce such pleasurable emotions within us? What makes fantasizing over being forced to dress as a girl and provide oral sex for a male friend arouse us to the extents it does? I have had these questions for years and I believe I have found several answers. If you too have...
The church bell tolls again. I have nothing better to do than to count, so I do. One... two... three. It's summer and the sun is still high in the sky when I look out of the window. In the piazza across the river, the old men have gathered again around the giant chess board etched into the ground. They are bickering over a knight that rises to half their he...
She stood on his doorstep, hesitating to knock on his door. There was something in the air, or maybe just something inside her, that was sending little flashes to the base of her spine – not quite warning, or danger, but ... something wicked this way comes. She had been seeing Adrian for almost six months, and this was the first time she had been to his hous...
The old priest looked down the woman, the child, who lay looking up at him, the brightness of her eyes, the rise and fall of softly rounded breasts with each breath, the glow of her skin under the torches foretelling the coming dawn, as though the sun was rising first in her body before it granted itself to the land. Life itself radiated from her: a vibrant...