Letter from the author: This chapter is more about control and domination. There is some sex, but not as much as there usually is in my stories. If you are looking for a stroke story, this is not your story. There are some bisexual/gay elements as well. If you are into the elements I listed, please read on. As always, constructive feedback both positive and...
Nobody was looking at her. Well, they were, but not for the usual reason. People usually gawked at her as she towered over them, height distracting from her voluptuous curves, now it was her curves or nothing at all. And, strangely, Amy wasn't sure how she felt about it. The initial novelty had worn off and left a faded version in its place. Small nuisances...
Note: This is a fetish story involving a bisexual submissive man. If that isn't your bag, please don't read. If it is, enjoy! Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. Truth be told, I'm not sure parts of this chapter are physically possible, but I'd sure like to find out! And the orgy continues... ***** The floor show was me, of course. Or, wha...
"Can I buy ya a drink darling?" The owner of the voice was a big man with a beer gut dressed in a dirty flannel shirt and dusty faded denims grinning at her and tipping his beaten up cowboy hat. As Stacy turned to face him, his leering eyes dropped to her milky white 38D tits which were doing their best to burst out of the 3 sizes too small black boob tube...
It was Christmas Eve and the Grinch was on the prowl. He lurked and he crept, and he leapt with a scowl. He landed atop the house of a Who, Little Christmas Loo Who, who would soon turn twenty-two. Chrissie Loo was born on the day of the Who's favorite season, But she despised Christmas for that very same reason. No one remembered her birthday because, They...
*****Sharkies***** I still remember the night. It would not be a night easily forgotten. Let me assure the reader, the following is a true story. The following events actually happened to myself, and a friend of mine, a collegiate duffus named Ralph, one March evening, in our Pacific northwest college town. I was a sophomore at the time, struggling to earn...
Hi, the name's Gough... Wank Gough! Not as in 'van go', which does sound a bit wanky come to think of it, but as in 'wank off'. I like to think it has resonances of wanking as an art form like how my name-sake Vinny's painting 'Starry night' immortalises my purple nozzled yoghurt spinner cumming like a fountain! What I'm trying to get across is the majest...
Some people would say I have the luckiest job in the world. And some people would be right. I am a teacher of discipline. Dissatisfied husbands and fathers send their wives and daughters to me for lessons in obedience. The success of my one-time hobby enabled me to take early retirement from my office administration work and concentrate solely on this delig...
This is my first attempt at writing erotica, and it reflects many of the fetishes I have, although some of them are too nasty even for me. My idea was reaching the limits of an almost unexplored niche, hope some people out there enjoys it and even leave a comment. ***** 1 Maddeline was in panic. A few meters away from her, the train was closing its doors...
I woke up to a dull thudding sound from somewhere outside. Oh shit. That damn neighbor was at it again. I looked at my clock and saw that it was 9am. My wife Laura groaned next to me. We both work for ourselves and we like to sleep late. But this one guy in our apartment building insists on loudly banging his garbage bin against the dumpster when he empties...