I thought I understood guys, but Alex was different. It started one morning when he came to my house, knocking at the ancient wooden door. I was in my studio in the back and came to the front in my smock. I must have looked a sight, primary colors everywhere, but he smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Alex Weston. A friend told me you are one of the best you...
Dear Shoeblossom: I want to tell you about my male master, Emil. He is Austrian, and although I am, I think a heterosexual male, not really bisexual, or maybe a bit now... But Emil is a find! Just this morning I was being tutored in how to edge without cumming. When I got close, kneeling in front of Emil, he reached down and tweaked the mousetrap on my ri...
A stand-alone short following earlier ones in the series. Enjoy! + I was gathering flowers in the yard after breakfast when I heard the veranda door open. "Have you seen my..." His voice started, then trailed off. I smiled at him, then stood up, a web of thin chains shifting across my body. His eyes, while not quite bugging out, were certainly intently...
Chapter 8: The End of the Beginning - or En famille. Jenny heard the disturbance and answered the knocking at the front door. It was pretty tiresome, as she wanted to watch Issy perform her erotic dance but as all the servants had been given the evening off because of the frolics, there was no alternative. Standing there in a state of some agitation was To...
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As he entered the door of the Pear Tree, he heard the tinkling of the door chimes. Thomas Wickham kicked the snow off of his boots and removed his stocking cap. He grimaced, he knew he already had "Hat Head". Patti used to tease him mercilessly about it. Damn. Why did everything have to remind him of her? Especially at this time of year? It had been only a...
We had only met a month ago when we bumped into each other outside of the bookstore at the university. I was walking one way and looking another when I slammed into a solid wall of chest. I had to look up with my head tilted up high to see his face. Tall, at least 6'3, tan, with one of those crooked sideways grins that always makes me blush to my toes. Dark...
I reached the airport at 4:15pm sharp. The flight from New York was due to reach Houston at 4:05pm and I would still be early taking into account the time for the deplaning. I can't say that I was nervous or over-excited but neither was I calm and completely collected - somewhere in between you could say, in a state of anticipation. All through my car ride...
June, 1915 Paris, France "A toast! A toast to Robert," cried Sergei Hoffmann, over the din of well-wishers. "Hear, hear!" was the response from several corners of the room. We were gathered in the private room of a well-known Paris restaurant for the traditional bachelor's night, and the good food and copious amounts of spirits in all varieties had made...
Scam-I Any similarity between the people in this story is purely accidental and will not ever be used again if told not too. Also any illegal or extremely adult content can and will be changed is laws dictate. Have you ever heard of those scam like girl who say they are single, and looking then they just screw you over and get your money. Well I figure...