I wake up. It's Sunday morning. You aren't in bed. I'm sweaty, my boxers are bunched a little to the side, compressing my hard-on in a painful way. I reach down to set it free. I remembered that we drank two bottles of wine and laughed for hours at the restaurant, then came home and attacked eachother. Goddamn. I remember the Hunger was in me, I was...
I hate airports. Glazed eyes, body odor, travel-zombies trudging about glancing at their boarding passes over and over again, the information apparently never penetrating into their brains. The food is expensive and always sub-par, the whole place smells like canned air and, mystifyingly, cigarettes, despite the smoking areas being sealed off away from the g...
At first glance you couldn't tell she lived a dark lust-filled lifestyle, she was an attractive but reserved person, moderately shy but the type of person everyone liked and respected. She worked in a professional setting by day but at night she was a different person. She loved the idea of BDSM; she longed to have a master who would use her, the idea of pai...
After her hair was rinsed, Travis squeezed the water from her hair. Then he wrapped a towel around her head and sat her back up. Before Travis unwrapped the towel from around her head, Mavis reached over and began to massage his crotch. "We have company, darling," Travis said, as Mavis continued to massage his dick through his pants. "Don't let me stop y...
My new sex toys arrived in the mail a couple of weeks ago and as I tentatively opened the packages, I hoped I had made the right decision. For me, shopping money is very limited and it always pisses me off beyond belief when I order something that turns out to be a dud. Over the last few years, I have amassed quite a collection...one worthy of a full size to...
Melissa's house always smelled nice, subtle shades of lavender and now... spice?... floating over the hardwood and leather décor. Sarah followed the delicious aroma to the kitchen where she found Melissa setting freshly baked spice muffins on the counter. "Oh good; you're here. Wow, you look nice. Hey, I've got something I need to show you. Remember the...
"I wanted to personally meet with you, to tell you, congratulations. You've got the job," Mrs. Sheridan said as she reached out and shook my hand. She was wearing a black skirt suit and I tried not to stare too much at her figure. She was in her mid-forties with dark-chocolate brown hair and piercing blue eyes. When she first interviewed me (for a full-time...
I stash my purse in the bottom-right locker, say hello to the bouncer, and walk to my booth. It's a familiar routine, but things are a bit different tonight. Liam is with me. Liam and I have been best friends ever since I moved to the city four years ago. We were randomly paired up for bar trivia at Delroy's, and we really clicked. We both love thrift store...
Dedicated to my mentor and friend, the man who opened my eyes to a side of me I didn't know existed. * This week was going to be something special. Not that every Saturday wasn't special. Already, in the short time since he had discovered me and took me under his tutelage he had pushed my mind and body to heights I had never thought possible. He was the b...
The Kit Once Liz got home she brought the brown box inside and put it on the table in the kitchen and was getting ready to open it when her phone rang. It was her sister Casey. Casey was 28, seven years younger than Liz, and six months ago had gone through a bad breakup with her fiancé Carl. They had been together since sophomore year of college and just t...