I woke the next morning, stiff, nauseous, and instantly in the grip of anxiety. Given the disorder of my bed and soaked then dried quality of my sheets, it seemed the Freedom had not gone quietly. However, as I took in deep gulps of air to calm myself, the intense need for sex, to fuck and be fucked, to humiliate myself and others did not come rolling back....
Authors Note: Taking every ones POV to heart, I pulled Sarah and her perspective out of the story and made her own chapter. Though mostly a boring recap in my mind, it is a much needed chapter with some added flair. Too much to put in the previous chapters and too little as a chapter of its own, is my thought. Combining it with the next chapter was too big b...
Leena was driving Peter's Bentley car. Peter was on the back bench and Dina was on the floor at his feet sucking him shamelessly like a lollipop. Her mouth was sore. Since they had left the center of London, she hadn't moved : just Leena and Peter exchanged places whenever one had cummed and Dina had cleaned him or her. Dina was anxious to have some respite....
It was about 10 o'clock on the first Friday of August in 1967 when I finally made it into Toronto. A month ago saw the centennial anniversary of the country. A few months before that, the Leafs beat my Habs to win the Stanley Cup four games to two. I hope they relished that victory as much as they could because another one wasn't coming for a long while. Fin...
The interview gave me exactly what I wanted. I was propelled from being a rookie to a serious full timer in just a few weeks. In the daily editorial meetings I was no longer assigned random tasks but was now being handed the better assignments than before. Since I had started working, I was almost like an intern, attending to one senior journalist daily. I...
"Yeah, hard to say. I'd have to look at it...nothing? just a blank screen? Sure dad, I'll be over." "What was that about?" Marie asked. "I thought we were going to stay in and, you know...." "We can do, you know, later, in fact I'll bet we can do, you know, a few times tonight. I've been looking at you all day thinking about, you know." Joe laughed. Marie...
Diane Hollis was as good as her word. I was permitted to bathe Loretta/Mouse twice a month, The first and the final Friday. Giving her that first bath unleashed something in both of us. We both realized how much trust we had for each other. At lunch, the day following that first bath, Loretta's eyes became huge and soft and the most luminous green I had ever...
Ok, I'm exaggerating. The stories I like start with I. I want to know that the author is there, that these are personal memoirs, shared. I want to know what was said, what was felt, what was touched, and I want it natural and new. The impersonality of the he did she did leaves me uninterested. Let's get something else straight right from the start. I won't...
Arthur's day was not going especially well. This in spite of the fact that he'd had sex twice and met a girl who was turning out to be rather nice, all things considered. Of course, he'd also 1) been accused of financial malfeasance (by the very girl who was now keen to bestow sexual favors on him); 2) lost his home planet (a quaint carbon-heavy sphere known...
BOB: I think we're in tune with this whole sex business. I sense we're in tune. O sweet cliché! Third date's the money date. I feel your compliance – okay, you're eventual compliance. You are here, aren't you? You are waiting for me, in the other room, anticipating my arrival, with longing and desire. Or so it seems to me. "Do you want olive or a lemon t...