I'd been lucky enough to have a great relationship with Reid for nearly four years. He was a few years older than me, and about as fine as any ten men had a right to be. His short hair was a dark, sable brown, his eyes were blue, the color of the sky at twilight, and fringed with dark lashes. He was well-muscled but with a good layer of flesh overall. He wor...
We moved next door to the Reid's when I was 16. They were an older couple with two sons in their mid-20's. Mr. Reid owned his own company and traveled often, leaving his wife alone in their big house. My mom and Mrs. Reid hit it off right away and became good friends, and I became a kind of surrogate son to her. We moved to the neighborhood in March, so as t...
This story contains characters from the show Criminal Minds who I, obviously, do not own. It also makes reference to crossdressing. Spencer was perched on Derek's lap, his lean torso resting against the bigger man and his legs dangling. Derek swallowed a moan as he realised that his pretty boy was still wearing those gorgeous stilettos, all shiny and sin...
Hi again. Glad to welcome you back into my world. If you haven't read chapters 1-6, then this is going to be like walking into Infinity War just as (Spoiler alert) everyone turns to dust. So go and give them a try. You might like them. Another long chapter for you as we meet new characters who threaten to make the tale even more convoluted - although it di...
All eyes immediately turn to her. It takes her a moment to process what just happened. She looks over to Rainer, his expression defaulted to a smooth blank face; when she turns her gaze to Quell she sees that he is just as surprised as her, starting at Rainer in shock before glancing directly to Coral. "Coral," the Governor says softly, drawing her attentio...
Usual standard declarations about age, ownership etc. apply here. Salutations my droogies, and welcome back. Take in some moloko and turn your rassoodocks towards the newest episode on this ongoing tale. Okay, that's as much Russian slang as I can put together, and that's all courtesy of Anthony Burgess' A Clockwork Orange. The reason for me going there wil...
When my mom told me that Mrs. Reid had called and had some chores for me to do, I was both excited and nervous. Excited, because Mrs. Reid usually rewarded my hard work with a long, slow handjob that would leave me coming in quarts. Nervous, because more and more of her "chores" were stunts devised to get me into embarrassing situations for her amusement. S...
In the days after Mrs. Reid gave me my first blowjob and then continued messing with me, I started having some serious qualms. These qualms mostly centered around Mr. Reid, and what would happen if he found out that his wife was sucking me off on a daily basis. I was also concerned that when my father found out that this older woman was messing around with s...
It was a long drive home after the horrors the day before. My ass, back and stomach, which Beverly had torn to shreds with her nails, looked like someone had taken a brush loaded with red paint and slapped it all over my skin. It even hurt to sit, since every time I shifted in my seat I could feel my knitting wounds tearing open. We drove home in silence. It...
Usual standard declarations about age, ownership etc. apply here. All parts and sections of this story are copyright to the author. So welcome at last to the ninth innings of this story, and by that I don't mean it's the last chapter. I think we are almost half way, but I can't really be sure until I write it. After all, new story arcs are still appearing,...