To my surprise, my first story was received quite well! So thank you to everyone who read and liked it, hopefully I can continue to make enjoyable stories. As per a request in the comments on the last story, I am writing this. It's a stand alone from the other story, but follows similar lines. It's also going to have a long build up, but I'm hoping the end...
Born a gimp, his only sexual relationship was with his hand. He had jerked off several times a day for almost every day of his life. At age 18, he discovered Female Domination sites on the internet, and he introduced rubber bands, a flexible steel ruler, and various clips, caps and other round objects that fit tightly about his erect cock into his masturbato...
He heard the front door close, then heard her heels clicking across the stones of the entryway and then across the hardwood floor of the great room. She walked like a Goddess, pranced and strutted and prowled like a predator she cat. He could practically see her, just from the sound and the memory. How many times had he waited for those sounds of her returni...
It has been 18 years since I lost my parents and even though I have dated through the years, all I have ever done was have sex with them. I felt like I would never find a man to love me like I wanted and that is what I wanted. I know I will never have children again cause my biological clock was ticking away but I will never forget the alien that bred me and...
Mikayla shifted from one foot to the other, nervously waiting to hear when Flight 271 from Oklahoma would land. A year and a half's worth of phone calls, emails, IMs and even traditional hand written letters culminating in this one moment. Occasionally she would look at the wallet picture in her hand, gazing at it as if it were her first time seeing it. Ligh...
Riding an escalator in a crowded department store is a silly way to meet old acquaintances, since you may be going down while the other person is going up, and the escalator relentlessly keeps you moving in opposite directions. But that is exactly what happened one Saturday afternoon as Barbara Weston and I suddenly recognized each other halfway down (or up)...
CHAPTER 1 Jesse Meets the Man of Her Life It was a hot day at Perth, as I boarded the plane bound for Brisbane. Walking down the corridor in the first class lounge I found my seat. Placing my hand baggage into the overhead compartment I settled down for the long flight. Ten minutes later a quiet voice disturbed my thoughts asking if she could get to her se...
After a grueling day at school, Mark Martinique heads home at last. Taking summer courses at Carleton University was not his idea of a good time. Seriously. The summer heat had the City of Ottawa in a chokehold and even though he was born and raised in the island of Haiti, in the heart of the Caribbean, Mark was affected by the heat just like everybody else....
I am ending this story, here, sooner than I had planned, because there doesn't seem to be great enthusiasm for it. Writers have to take chances, though. ***** I have to confess, when Debbie said that I felt like dog shit. I looked at her, or anyway glanced at her, and I was thinking she had been the only grown-up here all day. Anyway, why was she down here...
When you're an assistant principal at a high school, your main job is to be the ass-kicker. You get stuck dealing out the punishment to problem students and troublemakers. You try to straighten them out while they're still in never-never land, so when they get into the real world they don't get their asses kicked in a permanent way. And once in a while, one...