Greetings one and all, I'm JT, short for Jon Thomas. I'm over 150 years old. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate, facilitate and if necessary intimidate on these ladies behalf. I worked the streets in London England, in Brothels of the old American west, and finally...
This is a darker chapter, like Chapter 5, because Calum Blackthorne is not a nice man. It contains instances of anal and oral sex and non-consent or reluctance. While it has no direct incidents of torture or discipline, those things happened in the background and you are aware of it. Be aware if those things are not your cup of tea. * Teárlag crept through...
Friday had rolled around, bringing to a close the most interesting week of my life. I could hardly believe that Kate had only been working with me for four days; we had covered so much intimate ground in that short time that it felt much longer. Fifteen hours earlier, she had sat on my life, her bladder full to near bursting, and she had allowed me to slide...
It was a Wednesday, I think, when my boss asked if he could tie me up. Oh get your mind out of the gutter! It wasn't anything like that, nothing kinky, untoward, or inappropriate. See, I work as a secretary for Globe Publishing, the premiere publisher of detective, real-bondage, and escapology magazines for the contemporary, 1963 newsstand market. We don't...
POOR, PUDGY ROBILLARD! As he brushed and stroked his beautiful goddesses curls, Robie's penis nearly wrecked itself, locked in the tiny casing. Would he escape it today... maybe? Robillard St. Croix finished coming Autumn's cascading blonde hair. He'd given Autumn a great comb over, and massaged his pretty cousin's shoulders till Autumn had purred. She'd l...
I can't believe I just had sex in my mother's bed. Kevin is beside me, sleeping. He always sleeps after sex. The sheets are a mess and I'll have to wash them before my mother gets back. I have a few days, but have an irrational fear of her returning before planned. Across from me, on the wall, is a portrait of my mother that she had taken during her "wild"...
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She pushed the fern leaf aside and stepped into the clearing. To an observer, she would appear calm and at ease with her surroundings. In reality, she was itching all over, smelled horrific after spending twelve days in the jungle, without the first bath - bathing in any of the rivers was a dangerous pastime because of the crocodiles. She praying for the dig...
Vanville is a small college town; small college, small town. The Van part is for vanilla. At least, that is how I viewed it during my four years there. Being a 22 year old freshman with limited funds I needed a job and a place to stay. My guidance counselor was not much help with either so I took a room near the school and continued to look for employment....
I sat down with a bowl of Fruit Loops. I frowned at the mountain of cereal in my bowl and added several spoonfuls of sugar to the top. My hand-held personal data assistant beeped loudly, which meant that I had work to do. I clicked on the message and found that my subject on this day was a guy named Richard, a married man who was apparently considering an af...