Intro This story is a work of fiction. I guess I should start with a little introduction to the situation I was in, see I was living in this apartment when I was 26 years old, I had a decent job and on the weekends I liked to relax. At the time I was single because, well, I didn't really go out much except to go to work or run errands, and frankly I didn't...
I'm not the type of man who does things by half measures. If I'm going to spend any amount of time on something, I'm all in. I've always been that way. When I was a kid, I monitored the tips on my paper route carefully. The best tippers were invariably older people, likely those who missed their grandchildren. I immediately found a local seniors living commu...
Authors note: Though heavily based in BDSM I have placed this story in Novella's due to the fact that in my grand design it will cross many categories available on this site. This chapter is very much an introductory chapter which will set the scene for chapters yet to come. I hope you all enjoy it. Please leave comments and or feedback to let me know what y...
Many years after the turmoil of the next sexual revolution, instigated by a combination of viral plagues and advancements in bio-tech, humanity has fractured even further into extreme dystopian enclaves. This story is about one bleak corner of the endgame state of hyper-capitalism, where the feudal barons have regained supremacy over a populace more than wil...
Ponyboy vignettes with a mixture of straight and bi situations. ********************* Jack hadn't meant to become a ponyboy; not exactly. Yet here he was, dripping with sweat under the blazing sun, teamed up with another huge stallion to pull one of the old-fashioned ploughs that churned the rich earth on this traditional farm. His diagnosis of Slavery Den...
Author's note: Although ratings are nice, nothing beats a comment or two about what you liked or disliked about a story. Please take a moment to leave one. Thank you. ***** Summer 1978 The monthly meeting of the Greenwood Tenant Association had ended a half hour before, but Neil Hanson had stayed behind to help with the cleanup. It was, the twenty-three-y...
The following is another tale of my years working as a disgruntled night shift security guard at a casino resort. As you may have already figured just from the venue, there was debauchery a plenty... It's bound to happen. Take a bunch of twenty year olds who are fit enough to be cops, but can't hack it as cops, slap a police-looking uniform on them, and tha...
This is the twenty-fourth episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode is self-contained so you can read them without having read the previous ones (although sometimes it helps with the context and names a bit). The year is 1983. I'm just out of university and enjoying my last summer of freedom. I hope you enjoy it. M4bloke ****************** It was...
6. The Honeymoon Tascha punched Don in the shoulder. "Ha! I knew it!" she laughed. "I knew you two were into each other!" "First, ow! Second, yeah, yeah, I thought so too... Well, I hoped, and I'm glad you were right." She leaned in and kissed his cheek, "I'm glad, too. I can't be the only love of your life." "That escalated quickly!" Don laughed. "And w...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. In memory of my aunt. A slut of epic levels and magnitude. And a heart of gold. *** WARNING! WARNING! *** A warning to all. This is a CUCKOLD stroke story of the first time Margo and George had an experience with another man. It is as graphic as cuckold stories get. If you have problems with this, DO...