Thanks for your patience! Here is Chapter 3. Chapter 4 is following almost immediately:-) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> A few weeks later. God, he missed her. He should probably just pick up the phone and call her. For God's sake, it was Chaya and it wasn't like she was a stranger. He'd known her for practically her entire life, so why the fuck...
Winners, they say, are born. It is not just a question of the right combination of genes that combine to create a the particular physical or mental abilities, but a special quality of self belief bordering on arrogance at times, and the willingness to take risks when prudence would suggest caution. The other side of the coin is that apparent losers too, appe...
Porky was weeping bitterly, and at the same time, his dick was straining, and quite excited. Who was this girl? Starla was his friend Spalding's cousin, and he'd seen how she enslaved him--Olivarius, the school's intramural lacrosse coach had told Porky that Starla had taught him how to suck his own dick... Several young women of Porky's acquaintance foll...
All rights reserved, 2012. Her name was changed to protect the confidence of the title character. Summer, 1975 It seemed less an invitation than a summons. "Students matriculating in the national Medical Scientist Training Program will convene at the Given Institute in Aspen, Colorado for four days of meetings with leading biomedical investigators. Please...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. * Chapter Four. 1987. (Early-May). Sir DB, mid-sixties. For my fifth formal appraisal the senior partner told me he'd like to do it on Saturday morning. "Give you a bit of lunch somewhere afterwards," he said. I was surprised, not only by his unexpected and uncharacteristic display...
Chapter Three: Super Glide Natalie Styles wore her usual uniform of tight-fitting navy blue business suit, cream silk blouse, heavy black mascara, bright-red lipstick, ultra-sheer pantyhose and Christian Louboutin high heels. "So here's the deal. We've made you into half a girl. You have the tits. The rest comes later if you cooperate and get us what we wa...
To the outside world, Troy is your standard heterosexual alpha male: white-collar, boring, golf-playing, with drinking buddies and an appropriate level of disrespectful lust for the opposite sex. He reminded me of every Chad, Derek and Chip who bored me half to death. Tight blonde curls. Tanned. He looked exactly like he spent his weekends on a yacht and wax...
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...
I slept on the floor of Mistress' bedroom and I could hear the sounds of Mistress Varian and Elizabeth making love throughout the night. They would collapse in exhaustion, then wake up a little later and begin again. Sometimes they summoned me to lick the sweat off their bodies, under their arms, between their toes, in their ass. Sometimes I was asked to cle...
AT THE BEGINNING: My wife recently completed training a sex surrogate. She works three nights each month and one Saturday each month. She alternates between two sex therapists' offices. Because I enjoy her dating other guys, I'm persistently hearing the stories from her sessions. She became interested in that profession upon spotting a small ad in a loc...