Sorry for the delay. This has kind of been a companion piece to the broader story but I've enjoyed writing it and exploring a different voice for the character than Jay's voice. Let me know. Chapters of this one will continue to be slow but steady. Enjoy! ***** As we walked to the elevator, giggling and laughing, I felt like I was back in college almost. T...
Out for my daily morning run on the beach. It's not even 7 am and all I can think about is draining my fat balls. Beautiful women everywhere showing off their hot bodies. Doesn't matter how old, the housewives and their daughters in this beach town are absolutely stunning. The chick in her late thirties in front of me wearing nothing more than a thong and...
It's Friday, a quarter past four in the afternoon. The day and the long week at work are coming to an end, and the weekend is nearly here, two days of relief from this place. Oh the office pays well enough and allows me to live a fairly comfortable life, but I don't think there's anybody in the entire would who could say that when they were young they dreame...
"Oh come on Daphne! He's a perfect ten! Look at those cheekbones!" The two air stewardesses were peeking through the curtain at the A-lister who had just taken his seat ready for take-off on this Atlanta to LAX flight. But Tom's boyish looks were far too clean-cut for Daphne's liking: -"You young girls obsess over silly little boys like that all you want b...
I had a sinking feeling in my gut as soon as I saw the box. Before she even opened it I knew what it was going to be. It was the right size and shape. It was also diabolical and genius. I suppose I had no one else to blame but myself. Besides, there was nothing I could do to stop it at this point. In a matter of moments my tiny, little secret would be out of...
My instructions were explicit. I was to go home for the weekend and prepare myself for Mr. Anderson on Monday. I was to remove all obvious traces of my masculinity 'excluding your faggot sissy-stick of course' in order to prepare myself to be his fuck toy. This meant shaving my body hair, clipping and painting my nails, sanding my calluses, and waxing my eye...
(Note: Thanks to everyone who's read and enjoyed, and offered positive feedback lately as I get back into writing. I do want to say though, that as I experiment with different ideas, that some of my writing may seem to be be detailed and long. The reason I have for this is that BDSM to me is more about the mental state of the players, than about strict actio...
This is how my life changed. This is how it all started. A stranger's hand, her hand, on mine. It was strange, but not unwelcome. The softness of her skin, the warmth of her touch. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but I knew that I liked it. I knew that it was right, despite everything I'd always believed. Twenty minutes earlier I was having d...
*Author's note: Any and all persons engaged in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Xyla Woods lugged the heavy box up the neatly bordered walkway to the front door. She cursed the idiot, probably Marla Tooms that had come up with the idea that the cheerleaders could go door to door selling the crappy candy bars. Like they ha...
His arms crossed, the eighteen-year old Min-jin kept his focus on the ceiling. He was on a bed, an object Min-jin's dead, youngest uncle never slept on during his life. It was Min-jin's dad's youngest brother who had witnessed a Chinese boy kidnapping Min-hee in an rural village in South Korea. After the kidnapping, Min-jin's uncle had told Min-hee's pare...