In case you did not read the first two chapters in The Barcelona Series you should know that on a business recent trip to Barcelona I met a lovely married woman named Irene. She was visiting the spa at the hotel where I was staying overlooking the Mediterranean Sea just outside Barcelona. Her husband of 13 years had given her the spa treatment (massage and m...
Pro Bodybuilding Josh decided that living with a beautiful sex-crazed muscle-babe cheerleader girlfriend was about as good as life could get. After they graduated, he traded in the athletic center of his college life as a varsity football captain for a too-stressful software job. During the day, he built up some envy for Liz, since she got to stay home and...
The first time I was ever tied up occurred right after I graduated college and moved into an apartment. The day I moved in, my new next door neighbors were happy to introduce themselves. Katherine and Katie were two married women around the age, of, let's say a little under thirty-five. They invited me in for coffee, and while I really was just planning on r...
Chapter 2: Journey to Redemption. The only other person I knew that was still alive was Greggory, the old Baja trainer that had taught Ilya and I. In a world gone mad, with Ilya dead and me just out of prison, not to mention this thing inside me that I still refused to believe, he was the only person I could turn to. His last letter, still in my jeans pocke...
"You are tardy." Karina answered the door wearing only a frown and a strapon. The strapon, Tom noticed, was already glistening. "I'm sorry. I stopped to vote." "You what?" "I stopped to vote. I was running right past there. Saves me an extra trip." "They let you vote," she stared at his near nudity, "like that?" "Yep." "You did not need to provide iden...
"It's funny how clothes set the mood," my Owner has mused, and he's right: When I am dressed according to his specifications, I feel more like my true self, his property, his "living fuck doll," as he once said to fluster me. He always instructs me in how to dress for him, but this time I was given a choice. I was to meet him wearing either fishnet pantyhose...
My name is Oscar Cooke. This is a story of something that happened a couple of years ago which caused me tremendous anguish and heartache although the good thing, if such is possible, is that I found out about it just before my wedding and not after. Other people close to me were adversely affected by this event, so it was quite far reaching and damaging. A...
Applause filled the studio as stage lights came up, and a charismatic voice filled the room. "Ladies, Gentlemen, perverts one and all, thank you so much for not getting us cancelled and welcome back to the second episode of One Step Too Far!" Jack Armstrong bounded onto the stage, looking out at the enthusiastic audience, drinking in their appreciation. Smil...
I would like to thank Erik Thread, and techsan for their help in editing. I apologize for the mistakes I've made since they last saw it. * As the handsome young couple walked hand-in-hand down the hallway, an old woman called out, "Oh, what pretty flowers. Who are they for? If you're not in a hurry could you stop for a minute and visit with me? I never h...
Eric stopped to wipe his sweating brow with a red polka-dot handkerchief, before renewing his grip on the long pole and pushing the punt along again. He was seventy-three years old and slightly overweight. The poling was very hard work and Eric was looking forward to reaching the end of the journey. Mavis, his wife of fifty-two years, reclined in the doubl...