Our Love That evening I got some time alone with Bethany. She told me, "Honey I love you more than anything in the world, I want us to get back to our previous life." "Beth, I am tired of being depressed for the past 5 months, I want you desperately back, every day I think of you." "Don't worry honey, it's only three more months." "Did he make lots of mo...
Chapter 7 – A Burning Ambition "A word to the wise," Josie whispered, "Even think of commenting on last night and we'll do a thorough investigation which will show that you're covered in your own cum – again. That will carry the maximum penalty." She drew her finger across her throat and pointed to my newly re-caged genitalia. "What's more – I'll be the one...
The silence between Brandon and me stretched long and thin. He was staring at the road fixedly, his eyes narrowed in a shadow of the adolescent fury he would sometimes suppress in my classroom years ago. It was the sort of expression he used to wear that would tell me to tread lightly. I fought an impulse to ask him what was wrong, to tell him that everythin...
Alicia walks into the parlor where I am waiting. She approaches me and gives me a nice tender hug and looks me in the eye. She then leans forward and kisses me on the lips. I inhale sharply as I feel her lips, the kiss is electrifying. It takes maybe a half a second before I start kissing her back. She pulls back smiling, knowing she has broken down that fir...
Jess and Mike were running their own successful tattoo and piercing studio. Over the years they became quite popular - their detailed and fantastic inking became famous not only in their city but in the whole state. One day they decided to give something back to society and wanted to start some kind of charity. As tattooing, piercing and other body modificat...
I stepped out of his limo in front of his house, though I guess house wasn't really the word to describe it. More like mansion. I knew he had money, but I didn't think he was this wealthy, though I guess I should have since the house, ok, mansion, was in the Hamptons. The driver handed me my small suitcase and I started towards the front doors, terrified of...
The sun rose over Ontario, Canada, and I rose with it. I've been living in this place for several years now and even though my passport now says permanent resident of Canada instead of dubious terms like refugee claimant and all that crap, this place still doesn't feel like home. Maybe it's because of the cold, hateful stares I get from random people as I wa...
Ever since I was a teenager I've had a fetish about dominant women, and in particular, nurses. Now I'm aware that many people have fetishes and are probable blissfully ignorant as to how they acquired a sexual leaning toward women's feet, or bananas, or gas masks, whatever turns them on. In my case I have no doubts. It was from something I was told in my l...
The double handjob was driving me mad. Kayla's strong hand gripped the top half of my throbbing shaft, lubed by the bountiful precum that dripped down languidly over The Cock's mushroomed purple head, and it stroked that hard dick like it was designed to do one thing, namely whack off my massive erection. Meanwhile, Fiellen's more dainty digits attempted t...
"The Most High doesn't send us where we want to be but where we need to be," said Imam Samir, leader of the Ottawa Grand Mosque, speaking to a wayward member of his flock. The supplicant in question happens to be Naima Al-Fujaira, a disgraced former member of the Emirati Royal Family, now fallen on hard times. The young Emirati Muslim woman did not seem plea...