*** please read parts 1 and 2 to get the full story *** ***** Mistress Alana walked into the room while I was still lying there, helpless, caged, and flaccid. She climbed onto the bed and looked me in the eyes, staring into my soul. She slowly stroked my chastity cage, sometimes touching the skin of my tender meat - all while whispering to me. "You are m...
As Anna pulled into the parking space in front of the bar, a heavy sigh escaped her. She already felt the tension and pure exhaustion of having to set up merchandise for the band she worked for. She was tired of setting up and tearing down, with nothing to show for it, no one in her hometown ever bought merchandise from the local bands. She flicked off her l...
This one is one of my most loved and most memorable dates. I met this one guy at a party, Diego, he was a little older than me, hipster beard, dark eyes, robust muscular body, kind of hot. He told me he owned a bar in one of the waterfront districts. I felt the hots for him, and naturally he was very attracted to me. So after the party we exchanged numbers....
It was like any other night that we had gone out together for a drink. It was the same place and time and even the same booth we always sat in, but I had a feeling that something seemed different tonight, I shrugged it off and we ordered our drinks. It was a nice bar, quiet most the time, not like the loud dance bars, more of a laid back local place with T...
She sat in the bar, apparently reading her book and sipping coffee, but really she sat people watching. The evening was drawing in and the bar was turning from a quiet daytime haven into a busy social hot-spot. She considered leaving soon, since the attractive barman she had been watching for the last hour had obviously finished his shift and left for the da...
This is the fifth in the Rick and Diane series, and as with the previous stories, the two characters are in fact real people and this was inspired by actual events, but sadly (for both participants), it didn't even come close to happening. If you've read my previous stories, you'll know where I place the responsibility for that – squarely on the very broad...
Many thanks to goodoldeditor for the editing—the story wouldn't have been posted without it. Gentle ambient lighting, classic blues songs birthed from a retro jukebox, and the symphony of colliding pool balls playing from five different tables constituted the ambiance inside the Southern Cross bar. Most of the people in the bar seemed to enjoy it well enoug...
"Hey darlin, didn't know you'd be here." I smiled at the familiar voice, we'd been friends for forever and he knew full well I was planning on being here. It's what he always said. I was standing at the bar, squeezed between two bar stools waiting for the bar tender's attention. I turned sideways so I could keep my eye on the bar tender and still talk to him...
Dina was bored. She'd done her errands, she'd hit the gym and she didn't know what to do. The prospect of playing Candy Crush again was not looking like a good way to spend her time. As always, when Dina got bored, her mind started to wander, and, as always, the wandering turned to him. She pictured their last time together, the secret glances and the stole...
Before you start to read any of my stories, please remember that they are just that, erotic stories, not a suggested lifestyle, and not a documented real life situation. They can contain wife sharing with multiple partners. If this offends you, read no further. Furthermore if you must read them thinking that it is all true, please be aware that it set on the...