Lock and Key: Chapter One We lay there together, sweating. Well, Tiffany much moreso than me. It was a one-night stand kind of hookup and I had figured I'd tease her for a while, bringing her to the very edge with my fingers and mouth, then backing off, making her squirm and thrash. "Shhh, you'll get your turn soon," I whispered in her ear as she desperate...
There's a first time for everything, especially for winning, even for Barbara. "Today is my birthday, Sunday, October 31st. Happy birthday to me. Happy Halloween to everyone," said Barbara for no one to hear. Already a little bit drunk, she sat alone again. Alcohol her only friend, she had suddenly taken a liking to Cosmopolitans. The cranberry and lime ju...
It had been a lovely July day -- warm and sunny but not hot like down in the city. The snowfields sparkled brightlly above Lady Duchess's mountain cabin on the shore of the lake. allan had roused many times in the night. As tired as he was, he just never slept very well on the cold kitchen floor, especially with his wrists bound behind his back to keep him...
I was lying kneeling across the bed wearing my wife's mini skirt, bra, and crutchless panties with a transvestite behind me fucking my arsehole when all of a sudden my wife entered the bedroom, looking aghast and shocked. I thought that she was staying with a girlfriend overnight. "You pervert!" she cried. My wife was a very straight laced woman- too straig...
It seemed like I was going to have plenty of time to contemplate not only why I was experiencing such arousal at being treated like a helpless infant and a domestic pet, but time to consider my future fate with Kelli. Here I was, diapered and locked in a 4 X 4 X 6 wire dog cage with a solid plastic floor and a doggie bed. I tried to ignore the sensations fro...
- For Jay - As I ascend the stairs my only companions are the sounds of my own breathing and the staccato clicking of my black stiletto heels echoing off the poorly-painted walls of our motel. This is the place we have been planning to meet for four years now. The air is stale and coarse, slipping in and out of my nostrils in an unpleasant, irregular patter...
Yeah. Yeah. I know. So what's the deal with a fucking plastic duck? Well, listen up and I'll give you the straight shit. This all started when I was younger, happier duck. I always sat on a shelf in Finnegan's Toys and Gifts at 9th and Yamhill. I was near the store's front window and could watch the people passing by. Occasionally some kid would peer in at...
On a warm summer afternoon I sat with a small group of people in the lobby of a plastics factory waiting for my number to be called, I looked at my ticket and the number six was neatly printed in cursive. The girl sitting next to me leaned over and asked: "What number are you?" "I'm number six," I showed her my ticket, "what number are you?" "The Butcher?...
They had each prepared themselves with a series of cleansing enemas before meeting and Lana was now trembling with anticipation at what was to come. Todd was waiting in Lana's large tiled bathroom when she entered, naked and ready, and his cock was already stiffly erect. The equipment, now modified for their latest experiment, lay on a folded towel on the fl...
Carrots for revenge. Rosey, was a 45 year old, married lady whom I made the acquaintance of through a mutual friend. She stood five feet eight tall and although what would be commonly referred to as a bbw figure, her largish breast had very responsive nipples. She was a very sexy lady who reveled in being told what to do. It had been almost twelve months s...