Chapter 06: I Got The Blues For Red After admiring my craftsmanship and having saved it on camera, I came to stand in front of joeie. I looked down on his whimpering form yet draped over the pillow, sniffing and sniveling. I undid the tie to my robe, baring the front of my body, and reached down to once again take him by the hairs of his nape. I then yanked...
The night was young and the club was being invaded by those yearning to display what they had. As I looked down from my office overlooking the entire club, my phone rings: "What is it Marcus?" "I'm sorry to disturb Mistress Angel, but there is someone on hold that needs to speak with you urgently." "Who is on the other line, Marcus?" "He says that he...
The woman entered the hallway and looked around for her client. Her gaze fell upon a man in his mid-forties, nice build, graying hair, business suit and unhappy marriage. Typical for this massage parlor. Although they were all different, different ages, various backgrounds and ethnicities they all had the same look – the look of starvation. He gazed up and...
Millionaire Playgirl: The Mandy Michaels Story The ad read "21 year old female, 120 pounds, 5ft7, light brown hair, blue eyes, Caucasian seeks a MALE for anything, use your imagination." To think a 21 year woman with that description would have to resort to a personal ad was absurd. However if you knew Mandy Michaels you knew it wasn't that she was desperat...
This is part two of a story. Any questions can probably be cleared up by reading the first part. It was not mentioned during the first story, but even though the story is written in first person, it hasn't actually happened. This story was originally written for my Master as a fantasy of us, and it was him who inspired me to submit it. I hope you enjoy it as...
The white-haired man looked up from his toast and remarked clearly to the man standing near him listening intently as he picked up the empty breakfast dishes. "Ponsonby I have decided to be a wicked man," he spoke with clarity and that in-built mannerism of an Englishman of the highest quality. If he had intended to shock the man near him it was not appar...
Chapter 1 – I need a hero Alec sat alone in dim smoky bar sipping at a glass of whisky he had bought nearly half an hour earlier. He knew he shouldn't be drinking; it made his strange schizophrenia worse with one of his two alter ego's becoming more dominant. This time though it was the Dr Jekyll personality as he thought of it that was dominant, when that...
A lot of people think that what I do is fundamentally wrong. They think that as a black man, I especially shouldn't be doing it. Personally, I don't think so. Seriously. My name is Randall Brownstone Jr. and this is my latest business venture. I am the owner of The Dark House, a special interest brothel located in the town of Reno, Nevada. Basically, wealthy...
Disclaimer: For obvious reasons the names of the people involved are going to be replaced with aliases. To avoid any major issues as well, in the beginning I will also refrain from clearly specifying what sites were utilized. * I suppose before I begin I should share a little background about myself. Of above average height, I'm twenty-nine and have been...
Isobel leaned heavily against the wall. She was so bored! She needed the stimulation of interesting sex. The 'wham bam thankyou ma'am' technique that James displayed was getting tedious. She couldn't remember the last time a man had actually made her orgasm. She could do it herself, in fact she frequently did, but the touch of a man causing the electric sens...