Having sex with disabled people is not a fetish. Maybe some things surrounding it are fetishistic, at least for myself. I can agree to that. I can agree that my attraction to physical weakness could be called a fetish, since it's tied in with my desire to dominate and other power dynamics, but that's beside the point. The point I'm making is that disable...
A trip down memory lane for me, that's all -- nothin' more, nothin' less. Enjoy another peek into what makes me -- me. ~ Red * I lost the thrill of Halloween at an early age. I think I was seven years old when it became a nightmare of a holiday for me. I remember where I was at when it was no longer fun, but scary. My two older sisters and I had been going...
The problem with giving Ian his blow jobs is that I don't like doing it, and he knows it. I've been forced to quite literally bow to his whims for over 30 years now; his whims and his will. Just because his family are big shots around here – 'hards', as we say – nobody including me dares defy them. So all this time, I've been dressing to please and sucking h...
This is the story of someone's death - a guy named Al. I liked Al, he was a great guy. Always busy with this or that and a lot of fun to be with. But he died a few years back. I know, I was there. Sure, people still see him around but now he's known as "Linda's Good Boy" or just "Good Boy" and is he is happier than he's ever been. I should know, I'm am Good...
Frida stood at the entrance to the museum admiring the green tinted sculpture of a lion protecting the doors inside. Looking closely she marveled at the intrinsic beauty in the patina as it imparted an elegance and character to the sculpture. The light and shadow whirled in intricate shapes and patterns as she pictured the artist carving and then later apply...
Julie's Backstory I was asked in an email to relate Julie's back story. I don't really know what the purpose of the request was, but here goes. Julie, her name ostensibly, emailed me feedback to one of my stories. She expressed an interest in embarrassment and humiliation and over several emails and discussion of things that she could do a few were decided...
Sweaty limbs moved as one. Harsh breaths filled the air. " Faster.." Such graceful, powerful motions. Such strength. Hands flexed and gripped. " Harder.." So much energy to use. So much heat, it was so hot. The body was warm and pliable. Moving where it was told. Flexing when needing to flex. Groaning. Pushing. Thrusting. " Harder! Push Deeper!...
This story, as with all of the stories I have written, is purely fictional. No accounts are to be taken literally, and all characters in this work are fictional also. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. * * * * * Her name was Estelle and she was Ken’s, my bosses, wife. For a 61 year-old woman, she was beautiful. She had...
Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional. All characters in this fictional work are over the age of 18. This work is intended to be consumed by adults, 18 or 21 years of age, depending on your location. Please ensure that you are not living in a community that forbids reading material with sexual content. This work is NOT intended to cause any harm to e...
The couple walked along the beach stopping here and there as they saw something that interested them and letting the warm water run over their toes. They walked along the wet sand hand in hand, people who had seen them had thought it wonderful that a couple their age were still so romantic. As they had walked along the beach had become progressively empty an...