The following story is a work of fiction, all of the characters are completely fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The motivation of the main character "Jim" is based on a real event but the consequences are fantasy. Readers who have an interest in CFNM are encouraged to comment and those comments will be responde...
Roger woke at 6AM on the day he finally would have his encounter with the two mysterious prostitutes. He jogged his usual two miles on the treadmill, but he felt so good that he cranked up the speed and sprinted an additional half-mile. He had never in his life felt so vital, so infused with strength and power and male will-to-conquer. He stretched for twent...
Mike had felt nothing but anger toward Meghan after being left handcuffed to the chair, denied, and in chastity. It had taken him hours of struggling to free himself from the chair and finally negotiate the key from the melting puddle of ice. Yet in addition to his murderous anger and desire to get back at Meghan, his sexual denial had left him with her body...
Part 4 - The Influence of Almost: Thank you for taking to the time to check out this continuing story about male orgasm denial. I hope that you read the prior parts first since the story is about a Goddess trying to get back mystical powers, but first she needs to complete a certain task. If you find this topic interesting, please drop me a line. I have be...
Mrs. Kimble was enjoying her first year of teaching at Sacred Mary High School. It had been 12 months since she had graduated from University and she paused to reflect on everything that had happened to her. She had graduated from University on the Dean's list for academic achievement, she toured Europe with her then fiancée for half of the summer, she marri...
M pressed a button on her desk and the video began running again, she and Miss Moneypenny watched in growing disbelief as the action unfolded onscreen. The film panned out from a close up of James Bond's face to show him kneeling stark naked on a marble floor. He was not tied or shackled in any way, just kneeling there, waiting. A voice M recognised spoke o...
Mmm,... Last Saturday morning was wonderful. Peacefully awakened by the sun streaming through my window, I yawned, stretched, got up and moved into the shower. The warm soft water was a welcome treat. Damn my muscles were sore. Once in, the cascading water played down and across my sore back and arms as I moved back and forth under the jet. Taking my time, I...
'Hi Harry!! I must say you have one brilliant mind for lyrics. The words you wrote for my new hit single moved me deeply and I had to reach out to you and say thank you! If you weren't on the other side of the world I'd love to show my appreciation. Looking forward to singing more of your wonderful lyrics in the future! Lots of licks, kisses and sucks for...
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The dream moved on, it sought, hunted the right mind a receptive mind and found it. The mind opened the dream entered. He woke; it was the feeling of warmth and comforts that old unfamiliar but half remembered feeling. He looked at the room around him, it was dome shaped lined with mirrors wall and ceiling seeing his reflection in the mirrors on the ceiling...