This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are age 19+. Chapter 5 Today began like any other. I awoke in my bed with my wireless earbuds still in my ears. The sissy hypnosis audio track was gently playing...
The abrupt, loud music startled me out of the zone I'd been in. My fingers had been moving on the keyboard for... how long? Hours? I wasn't sure. It was coming from the wall speakers that were in every room of the house. I listened for a moment; it was that song, 'Up All Night to Get Lucky'? I think. Those two guys with the helmets, forgot the band name. I...
Chapter 2: The Home Visit I last saw Tyronne, an athletically built young black man, when he was stuck in a hospital bed with both arms strung-up in traction and casts from his shoulders to his fingers. As a nursing assistant I was called in to do private duty, since he was pretty much helpless at that time. Tyronne needed total care with eating, bathing...
Again, I thought my ferry revels were ended, with Chapter 7. But, hardly had I begun to prepare for the next advanced English-language course, in Portugal, than I received an email from Sasha (see Chapters 4, 5 and 6), which read,: 'Norma desperate flood gates open can't think sleep work priaprick [sic] hand no use need you need in UK Alex USA can you go wit...
You arrive home exhausted from your trip but with a head filled with unforgettable memories. You'd wanted for years to visit Egypt and kept putting it off because, not being in a relationship, you didn't want to go alone. One day you found yourself sitting at your desk at work, gazing out the window at a cloud that looked uncannily like the Sphinx, and decid...
Brandon was an older (50s), guy who could stand to lose some weight, and he routinely served a very cruel little mistress in her 20s. She was beautiful as all women that age are, and had a sadistic streak that involved routinely beating him, forcing him to clean and on occasion allowing him to orally satisfy her more sexual needs. She was unpredictable - he...
Day 1 How do we find meaning without independence? Eight people. One room. Four walls. No doors. They awoke together, the groans of the first awakening the second, and so on, until they were all sitting up, examining their surroundings and each other. Before anyone could gather their wits, a deep voice poured out of the walls from every direction at once. “W...
They were naked in a white room. She held his erection and rubbed the tip in the moisture seeping from her, then paused and savoured the moment. She heard him groan in anticipation but held him firmly at her opening for a delicious moment longer. Then, summoning all her strength, she took him into her. First the velvet soft tip of his cockhead slipped p...
One night at a bar I saw my ex getting hit on by this tourist guy. He was very handsy and kept grabbing her in towards his body. She made a token show of resistance but was always allowing herself to be pulled in and pressed up against his body (from front and back). He was a great looking guy so can't blame her... although she was going out with her (future...
Sue and I have been married for 35 years and have two children, both girls, who we have gotten through college and out on their own so now should be the time for our 'glory' years. Since we are both successful in our careers, we make a very decent living and are able to live in a nice home and take several vacations per year. We live in the hills about 15 mi...