Even I will admit this story is a little on the unusual side but it is 100% true. I have and will always consider myself a straight man. I think even to call myself bisexual is not entirely accurate. Being a natural and experienced dominant I was well accustomed to offering my services to women who I didn't find particularly attractive. I had never considere...
(Author's note: this story deals with some very gritty and harsh subject matter. This is not for those looking for a straightforward sex story. There are many themes that some people might find objectionable, but to reveal them might give away parts of the story prematurely. If you continue reading, please keep this warning in mind.) (This is the third of a...
(c) Daniel Quentin Steele – 2010 Author's note: As I mentioned in Chapter 2A, this is an unusual situation for me. My stories have previously been written before being submitted. Because of the length of "When We Were Married," I started submitting as I write. Which means I've got readers barraging me with requests to write faster. Unfortunately, I actually...
When I was younger I would look forward to the serendipity section of "real" letters to skin magazines, those unbelievable stories that, upon reflection, may or may not have actually occurred in real life. I mean I'd never thought I'd get a blow job on a train, but well, it happened...just like I had once read in a magazine. I'd never screwed my sister, bu...
All you told me was that you had something special in store for tonight, and that it would blow my mind. When you called and said I should get ready for it, you'd told me to take a shower and make sure I was clean. Clean from top to bottom, you said. Spic and span, you said. You wanted me to wait for you to come home; to wait for you in the bedroom, nude and...
I was waiting for my girlfriend in this snobby hotel she insisted on meeting me at for afternoon tea and buns, can you believe that? And I was getting a little bit more than being pissed off about all this, she was always fashionably late, always came in breathless, and gushing loud apologies. She would swish her way in, glance all around so people would s...
When people speak of race and add the volatile term "purity" to the mix, the normally kinky hairs on the back of my head always prick up. I've always been the consummate outsider wherever I go, too much of a "Spic" for the purebred Arabs I meet, and too much of a "towelhead" for the Latin American community as a Muslim Latina. Know what I say to both of them...
If you had told me at 16 that I would end up in the situation I am now, 18 (for three more days woo!) year old slavegirl to a gorgeous 23 year old mistress, regular sexual plaything for all manner of people including a wonderfully dominant fuckbuddy, and a gorgeous bisexual boyfriend; my whole daily routine regulated and punctuated by little reminders of my...
Heels Candace was dolled up in her skintight cocktail waitress uniform, a sexy sight. Sassy breasts, long legs, and totally taught bottom as she strolled on her way to work through the shoe department at the new Nordstrom's on Manhattan's 3rd Avenue. Admiring exorbitantly expensive high heeled Italian and other exotic leather boots and shoes, she peered at...
Summary: Former professional is used by people below her social status. Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events...the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple. Note 2: This is part five of a multi-chaptered story: In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Slut, El...