It was mid-afternoon when I walked through the garage entry into our house. Continuing through the laundry room I stopped at the clothes rack, one of the folding kind like my mom always used. Mother wasn't about to hang her underwear on the line for everyone to see, she would dry her "dainties" as she called them, inside on the rack. My bride Susan could car...
I awoke to the devilish laughter of Dean echoing in my ears. Which promptly coalesced from dream memory to real world sounds of the twittering song of a woodland wren, or some such songbird. It was dawn already. Since the end of everything survivors tended to rise and retire with the dawning and setting of the sun and we counted the passing of days by the...
Karen was tired when she arrived home. She had seen just enough of the hospital and was ready to forget all of it. As a nurse she had more than her fill of responsibility. Add to that the fact that she worked the night shift of seven on, seven off in a burn unit and she was always ready to relax when the time came. At 32, Karen had already been married and...
My hands are cuffed to something fixed above my head; I am wearing nothing but a snug collar around my neck. I can not see through the blindfold but can tell that I am not alone in the room. I sense whispering and movement around me. Every so often I feel a light touch on my cock, ass, or pecs. One touch traces the cleft in my butt, sending tingles through m...
Chapter 3. -- Four birthdays and an outcall. Mostly, life as a man-whore was fairly routine. I averaged just under four customers per shift. About two thirds wanted 'extras' and 'money shots averaged between two and three per week. Becky visited regularly. She effectively paid my rent and food, the rest went in the bank. I also discovered that some punters...
It promised to be a hard evening. My client was a newcomer, and I always have some feelings of trepidation before meeting a new client, after all it's impossible to really analyse someone completely, over the phone, and the phone is how I get most of my clients. This one said his name was Jim, he claimed that he wanted to be my slave. He said he was experie...
This is a continuation of Angela and Devin's story. You can read more about Angela and Devin in my other submissions. They are written out of time sequence, but each story can stand alone. Chronologically this encounter occurs immediately after "Angela: Waiting's Reward". In this story Devin teaches Angela about rules and learns he can't control everything....
[Note to readers: Hi! I hope you enjoy my first story here. Might as well get the hardcore stuff out first, right? Please check the tags before you read. Comments and feedback welcome!] Kate stared at the clock. This had been a monumentally bad idea. Watching as the hand crept closer and closer, her dread grew with ever minute strike. That's why she sho...
I'm sitting here on the edge of the bed, with this lady whose situation most would say was desperate; totally hopeless, helpless and subjugated. In fact, this lady is my wife Asha and she's had four orgasms already and I can see another building inside her, judging by her muted sounds and movements of her hips. So there must be degrees of desperate, hopeless...
Richard Hart tells a story of an older man and younger woman who have a passionate fantasy affair. It is a an adventure of passion and romance which is in three parts: The Meeting, The Rendezvous, and The Island. Part II: The Rendezvous I half expected to see Jocelyn's face as I stepped through the door into the terminal even though I knew her plane wouldn...