I had just gotten into a huge fight with my parents so I called my girlfriend to see if I could spend the night at her house. She said of course I could, but she has work until 11 that night, but I can just let myself into her house since her parents love me anyways. It was about 7:30 so I made my way to her house and knocked on the door. I was greeted by h...
I love my wife. She is by far out of my league. We have sex. Although not nearly as often as I really want or need. But I live life fairly satisfied, because she unknowingly fulfills my deepest fetishes, which are exceptionally strong... maybe stronger than my need to have actual sex with her. So it works! My fetishes are secrets that no one really knows ab...
As a quiet, shy 20 year old Chris had difficulty with confidence. He had a job in a stockroom for a high street shop which was fine but when he was occasionally asked to help a customer, he became really nervous. Social interaction was hard for him. He'd become flustered and would sweat profusely. He'd been dragged into meetings with managers and told to get...
***** indicates a switch in the Point of View between Taylor and Xavier. My name is Taylor, and I'm on my way to meet my new sub. We met online, and after a few chats, I deemed him worthy of meeting in person. He sounds like a real dork, but luckily I like dorks. I love that look of innocence they have, the awkward glances at my lovely ass and breasts. An...
"Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." ― The Smashing Pumpkins En Ciudad del Pecado, faded is a color. You see it everywhere. Faded buildings; faded jeans; faded dreams. Sunbleached and sandblasted, everything eventually becomes faded in Vegas. Faded was the last hue the female-to-male tranny saw, before passing out in the noonday Sun, st...
Chapter One: Stevie She gazed down on the struggling young man as she straddled his hips with her spread naked thighs. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the gleaming blade's tip embedded in the man's upper torso. Spread-eagled across a blood soaked dingy bed, nylon cords secured the local college jock's wrists and ankles. "That asshole, that mother fu...
Author's Note: This is the first story I have ever written, and I originally submitted it on another site. I wrote it when I was supposed to be studying for my exams. So.. yeah, I was half crazy on 5 cups of coffee when I wrote it. Anyways, let me know what you think about it. ***** Tap... Tap... Tap... The droplets materialize out of the faucet splattin...
I’m lying awake, at three. Little else to do but wait. I never had her when I wanted her, now she’s here every night. Home from college, which seems to change everything. Hot night. Sweltering night. The humidity nulls any relief my open window can provide. I’m sweating, under my single sheet. My watch: two fifty-one, exactly. She’ll be here any minute now....
A true story. Early in my teen years, I discovered I loved guy's feet. I even judged a guy by how good looking I thought his feet were. If they smelled, that upped my interest. In high school gym class, I loved to linger in the locker room so I could look at guy's feet. There were some that, to me anyhow, were exquisite. A couple of times, I sneaked the so...
Angie and I finished moving into the new house on a Sunday and on Monday I took a day off work to help her open boxes and move furniture. We were both very happy that day because the new house was the culmination of a long held dream. A large, comfortable home built on ten acres of rolling hills and far from the smog filled skies of the city. Our nearest ne...