With the engines gone, it was easy to move about freely through the rustic firehouse on Fifth and Reginald. Composed of brick, the building kept much of its very character it acquired from the 1800s when it was built. Love and skillful hands went into the brickwork and intricacies of the building's composition. It even had it's original pole that disappeared...
This story is inspired by an old joke that exists in many forms. If I did my job right, you will recognize the joke. If not, well, I'm sorry. *** *** *** I know what you're thinking. It isn't that hell. I live in Hell, Michigan, a small town Northwest of Ann Arbor. Look it up. I'm an electrical engineer and I work at the university. The physics faculty dre...
Michelle had phoned me earlier in the day, she had wanted to know if I would finish work early so that I could catch the train home with her, she thought it would be nice to travel together like we did when we were younger and not so work committed. I agreed and said that I would meet her at the train station at 5:30. When I arrived at the station I pushed t...
It's my first night on the job in this club, but I can already feel the familiar sense of power that I always get when I'm in a dark room with a pole. I've been dancing for years, but I've never had the opportunity to show it to anyone except for a few girlfriends, usually after a couple of cocktails. Tonight, I'm clear-headed, and I know I'm in charge. Th...
Xi - Chapter 3 - "Damn you!" Poor Battery Bob and his variable speed motor... For several months he had been neglected - collecting dust in a bedside drawer. But that had changed. Burned out batteries lined the bottom of the bedroom wastebasket. For the past three days, much of Xi's free time had become focused on pleasuring herself. ("Masturbation" is such...
At the age of nineteen, wanderlust had driven Aaron to pack a rucksack and hit the byways and highways of America. He had planned on trekking through the country for a year, thinking about his future and what he would study, and seeing a few sights. He mostly travelled by hitchhiking or walking, and after two-months of roving he found himself in a small Mid-...
Rich was walking through from the music rehearsal room through the house to go back to his room when he passed Mark, his personal assistant. "A package came for you, I put it on your bed," Mark told him in the hall. Rich just finished with his vocal lessons for the day. That was all he had on his itinerary. Rick was away, having been gone for five days, w...
When he told me to come to his house I had no idea what was going to happen. It was a beautiful fall day with warm golden sunlight. Perhaps the last beautiful day of the year. When I pulled into his place, he stood out to meet me on the porch. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Are you tired?" "No," I said. "I'm really happy to see you. I'm not tired at all....
What's a Strip Club look Like? Living a sheltered life, yet born and raised near Peoria, Illinois, known then as the sex and prostitution capitol of the Midwest, I learned early in life about these Meat Markets and those Houses of Ill Repute. It wasn't till my 21st. year, Dollie's 19th, that we actually got to visit Strip Joints. Maybe my life wasn't as...
It was a dark and hot room. I was handcuffed to a pole in the corner of the room. It was one big pole and I was standing facing to that pole. In my mouth was a red coloured ball-gag through which I was drooling all over my curves. My legs were secured to the pole enchained in leg-irons. I was wearing a metal harness. In my ass was a big black ass-plug and in...