Thank you for all of you who voted for part 1 of this story, and for anonymous who though that part one was a cuckold story; I suggest that you read on. My sincere thanks go to my friend, who is my muse, I will not identify her for fear of embarrassing her, but she definitely inspired these two stories, and I am indebted for her input and continual support...
"What the..." As I awake, my mind races to figure out what is going on. I am on my back. I can't move my hands, feet, or head. I can't see. I hear music playing loudly in my ears. It takes me a few seconds, but my head clears from its original panic and begins to accept the input from my body. I'm blindfolded and bound. I can feel the straps around my wris...
I'm not particularly special. I'm not shy or overt in nature, nor am I verbose in words. I take care of myself, go to the gym, eat relatively well and I put the right amount of gel in my hair. I have many friends, male and female and I'm fairly well-liked. I guess I'm average. Maybe I'm even boring. But I'm ok with that, because I can entertain myself with a...
The coach stops and Adam steps out into the brisk, fresh air. It hits him and he takes the moment with a deep breath. There's a feeling of anticipation, it's excitement mixed with just a touch of nervousness. It's an unfamiliar feeling through a thousand thoughts rushing around his head as he thinks of her and then... "Professor, which way to the hotel?" H...
In Amstel District of Amsterdam, it lies the traditionally gay neighborhood of the city. Coffee Houses, Cafe, Clubs are what attracts locals and visitors. Sitting at a table, Simon is sipping his breakfast. He wants to have it light today, or the cleansing later would be literally a pain in the ass. The plug in his hole is giving him a right stretch, he can...
I can taste his expectation, as I kiss him on the lips. As we part, he tries to reach inside my dressing gown. "No, peeking," I say, as I slap his hands away. "Not yet." He turns and reaches inside the wardrobe and moves some hanging clothes to one side, before squeezing himself though the door. Soon, he's settled on a chair. He places a glass of water on...
Conversation over dinner remains sparse, but easy. We dine in the restaurant of Mariano's hotel, a formality, leading to the moment we'll be alone. We are dutifully marking time until we get to know each other in another way. This is as clear as it is unspoken. In his penthouse, Mariano pours me a glass of port wine then heads into the bedroom, leaving me...
Chapter eight: Kat's Week in Germany This is module two, chapter eight. This is a novella of sorts. The intent is to have 4 modules total covering different times in our main characters life. While it is feasible to read any of these independently, this is a carryover story, so reading them in order is beneficial. In module one, our main character, Kat...
Chapter 1 Dressed in black with a white collar and white-on-black nametag identifying her as Lucy, the slightly tentative waitress with a soft smile said goodbye and to call again, her eyelids fluttering. At that Ryan knew he only had to ask and she'd date him. Oh brother, act your age, the newcomer to the city mused. He'd welcome her company but that woul...
These are stories written by us both, Husband and Wife. We text each other during the working day taking the stories back and forth. #these, seperate the texts# * #You and me. Meeting and seducing each other in a quiet hallway away from the party. I lead you to a quiet side office and slowly let my hands wander and feel your hot body in the dark.# I lay y...