25th May Slut gets the point School sort of ended in May. The year 13s were given two weeks off before our A-levels to revise. I was a diligent student and intended to use my time productively. On the last day, it was traditional for the six-formers to abandon their business suits and dress up as school children for the last day pub crawl. As an undercover...
As it gets later into the night I realize my slave has had nothing to eat or drink, nor has he been allowed personal bathroom time. I excuse myself and head downstairs to allow him up to stretch and take care of things. I asked my roommates to fix him something light to eat and I grab a bottle of chilled water to take with me for him. I sit down on the side...
Slowly I open my heavy lids. The world is a swirling blur and my stomach lurches sickeningly with the motion. Then reality begins to penetrate the fog in my mind; I sense an unpleasant chill on my skin and at precisely the same instant I realise that my legs are cramping. I try to shift them into a more comfortable position but they won't move. Panic sets...
As a Wicked Bitch, I must say, last night's session was incredible!! The outline I had formed in my head played out perfectly...there were a few small hitches, but that comes from working with a limp dick on a big man. My bitchboy, bitchboy j, arrived promptly as instructed...I saw him pull in my driveway about 5 minutes early, it is essential that he enter...
This is a different type of story for me. It is loosely, very loosely, based on my first son's birth. However, it is told with tongue planted firmly in cheek. This may be to right time to tell all of you our family motto: "Never let the truth get in the way of a good story." Large parts of this story are true, though a lot has been embellished and a lot more...
As Lucy came to, her mind struggled to make sense of the room she was in. She could see an ornate ceiling; complete with bas reliefs, which seemed to be engaging in some pretty unusual acts. There should be gleaming white tiles and recessed lighting she thought, not this. A polite cough drew her attention from the ceiling to the couple standing by her side....
This is a fictional story. Please let a doctor or other professional do a frenulum piercing, please do not attempt this yourself. ***** Two months after Miguel had last been to the Happy Ending Clinic he was desperate. And a desperate man will go to extremes. The clinic was wonderful and a great stress reliever, but he needed more. He supposed that likes,...
THE PROCEDURE The entire decorative procedure took slightly over two hours. Every five or ten minutes, Samantha would pause to stretch her hands and to adjust her eyes to the demanding task before her. Joel's lovely wife, Amy, sat comfortably off to one side of the room, watching everything on the overhead screen, admiring as the intricate design took form...
I received an email from Prof. Apple the next day, asking me to come to campus early before the next class. When I showed up at his teaching lab, there was what looked like a covered body on the examination table. "Aaron, yesterday was very good. The students liked you, and you were such a good sport." "Thanks." I shrug. "I do feel as if I blindsided you...
The television droned on. Another rumored case near Frankfurt. Dr. Buchanan tapped a pen on his desk with one hand as he sipped coffee with another. On the desk, a dozen memos all marked urgent laid before him. All of them discussed unusual cases, but no two of them were the same. It was an old trap for doctors to fall into, and it was being fueled by panic....