Aaron laid flat on the bed in nothing but his soaked pink diaper. A blue cotton towel rested under him, protecting the sheets from his dampness. Helen was digging in the closet again. The memories of his accident at work ran through his mind. He couldn't believe that had happened. It still felt like a dream. And what the hell was up with Addison? Helen sudd...
I was startled awake by a sharp kick in the shins. "Ow! Damn it," I hissed, my eyes adjusting to the dark room. At my side, my husband grunted in his sleep before kicking at me again. My anger dissipated and I relaxed as I realized he was having another nightmare; nothing to get mad at him about. My head cleared a bit, and I was suddenly aware of the fact...
This story contains a transgender (FtM) man (post-operative chest and pre-operative genitalia) and (trans)male-to-male sex. His enlarged clitoris will be called a dick, cock, etc. Finally finishing the series, but I may revisit these characters in the future! ***** It had been about a week since the embarrassing mess they made, and Peter was far from heari...
Harry, twenty five, good looking and gay finally made it home from work. It was nine in the evening, still very hot and he was sweating and wet with perspiration, shirt sticking to his back and his bottom where it was tucked inside his white briefs. It did not help that Harry was standing in the middle of the kitchen and pissing his pants, the pee gushing ar...
He sits and watches as she squirms on the floor. He can tell that she is nearing release, that moment when the pressure building insider her is too much to fight any longer and her body reverts to its basic functions. It has been 6 hours since he bound her hands and feet and tied her to the metal loop in the wall. She has 12 feet of rope and can move about a...
This is a story about a fictional visit to a gay bath house to spend the evening as an extreme raunch pig. This story contains descriptions of gay piss and shit (scat) play. If this isn't your thing, turn back now. * The cab driver looked in his review mirror and asked, "are you sure this is where you want to be dropped off?" We had driven into an industr...
"Time's up!" echoed the Relief Officer. All this while, she had been timing Nick's permitted duration of relief on her stopwatch. A mere ten minutes. Sadly, that never gave him any relief. All what happened during those ten minutes is build up. A strong buildup of pressure waves in his bladder. Truth was that... he had to pee worse than before! As she lean...
WARNING!!! All my stories involve total power exchange, where one party assumes total control over the other. To my mind, total control is meaningless without limits being stretched and shattered. There is no point in total power exchange if all you are going to have is Missionary position sex. In a previous story, GREAT DAY TO BE A SLAVE, someone issued an...
Eighth Night: The New Girl By Peethagoras Foreword Many thanks to those who have inundated me with requests for the next episode – here it is! I must apologise for the erratic publishing of my stories, but my professional life takes priority. Even in these days of recession I find that my professional time is pretty well fully occupied, and, being a cont...
I trot up the stairs, excited about what I'm pretty sure I'm going to do. Not a really sexual excitement, more the kind you get waiting in line for a not-too-scary roller coaster. Lots of anticipation, almost no fear. In the bathroom, I pull up my skirt, a knee-length, black, peasant affair. No underwear to deal with. As I sit on the toilet, arranging my cl...