'If we don't end up killing each other this band has endless possibilities.' - Richey Osgood, NME, 1989. * Having put in place the measures that would hopefully take the band forward into the Nineties, Richey took one further step towards conformity. The photographs that arrived in the post in August 1989 depicted Richey in a grey morning suit and the new...
I laid there shaking and sweating, filling the room with the stench of my utter desperation. "Let's do something extra special to celebrate your year of denial," he said. "It'll be fun," he said, and I went along with it. Who am I kidding? Like I had any choice in the matter. Sir always tells me my input matters and may impact his decisions for better or w...
She was fucking Gorgeous! You met her on your 21st birthday. She was in a skimpy dress. You were in a tight-fitting tux. You have a 8-inch cock and when she felt it rub against her back side she had to have it inside of her! From that day on, she fell in love with you and your sexual deviance and your willingness to be her partner in her wildest sex fantasie...
Eldon Parkhurst stood in front of the full-length mirror on his bedroom door, examining the outfit he'd chosen to wear on his first date since the death of his wife. He thought he looked pretty good in the charcoal pinstripe suit, pink Oxford cloth shirt, and pink and gray rep stripe tie. He'd bought the suit several years earlier, hadn't worn it in ages, an...
I'm not very experienced writing erotica, but trans guys are underrepresented on here so I thought I'd contribute. Contains light bondage and vaginal fisting. Note: the trans man here uses the words "clit" and "cunt" to refer to his genitalia (as opposed to, say, "cock" and "front hole"). — Jesse's not reading the newspaper. He has the newspaper open in fr...
You awaken to the soundless vibrations of a strap releasing gentle tingles through your balls and up the shaft of your dick. Why the strap is on your balls doesn't quite break the surface of your consciousness. You remember allowing it to be put on the night before, but why... you moan softly and roll over in the warm nest of bed sheets and the comforting bl...
{Note: This is the seventh in a multi-part story series describing the evolving relationship of a woman who provides leadership and discipline for her husband. Each installment can stand alone, but they read much better if you start at the beginning. Go to: Erin Ch. 01 - Female led Relationship. JQGraves} ******** "Oh... Yeah... Oh yes. That's sooo good....
She slowly opened her eyes. She was -- outdoors. She could tell that much by the blinding sunlight and the breeze wafting across her face. She could hear seagulls squawking and smell the sharp, salty scent of the sea. So, she was at least near the ocean. She saw, as her eyes adjusted, grass and flowers surrounding her, and as she slowly stood she could tell...
POOOR PAUL Shortly after speaking in the chat room at orgasm denial you mailed me a package. I opened it in secret to find a terrible surprise. You sent me a small wrapped present with a note saying Do Not Open, a letter and a disposable camera. Your instructions were thus... Dear Paul- So how serious are you? You talk a good game about being a young hard...
Ms. Priya was enjoying her mid night stroll along with me. I was not enjoying much. Keeping a pace with her on my knees and led by a leash was not as easy as it might sound. The blindfolds added more misery to the sufferings, though not knowing what might come excited me. Often Ms. Priya would stop and ask me to kiss and lick her foot. She would caress my ha...