By now, I'm sure you've heard all about me. Brett Ettridge. The creator and destroyer of the greatest phone app ever made. The documentary, the talk-shows, the podcasts, and more all claim to have the real story behind my life and my amazing discoveries. They're all wrong. This is what really happened... The day that life changed my life forever was an regul...
Marie had always been a bit of a night owl. Ever since she could remember, she had always kept late hours. It didn't really seem that odd to her parents at first, considering most babies rarely slept. But, Marie hardly ever slept, as a baby, and now as an adult. That's not exactly true, she slept the majority of her day, but the instant the sun set and night...
It all starts with an invitation arriving with the mail on a Monday. At first you dismiss it, thinking it was another free lottery offer. But just as you are about to toss the envelope in the trash, something about it catches your attention -- there is no stamp. The seemingly expensive black envelope also has no return address; it is simply a glossy black en...
This story is about real people; they do indeed exist and do indeed serve me whether it be online or in person. The names have been changed to protect those who are truly in my stable. Some of these events are true and these subs live this day to day, other events are ones I wish to have some of my subs perform for me in the future. Someday I hope to make th...
* * * * * * * * * * * This story is the brain child of my number one fan, Kirsty Mia, who requested I write a story based on one of her recurring piss fantasies. If you don't like golden showers or wet sex, please don't read any further. If you're into that stuff as much as Kirsty and I are, read on and enjoy! Please vote as many stars as you see fit and le...
My heels click across the office lobby tiles as I walk briskly to the elevator. "Late again," I think to myself and sigh. I probably couldn't be on time if my life depended on it, but fortunately, my boss doesn't really care. I get to my office, hang up my coat behind the door, plug in my laptop and power it on. Sitting down at my desk, I pull out the keybo...
As Paige flicked through her psychology textbook, she grazed her nipple with her hand and felt it pop up. Thoughts of her hot hook up last Saturday night made her moan slightly. Steve had a big hard cock and knew what to do with it. Her gaze diverted to the mirror in the centre of the room. She winked at her image. Paige liked herself. She was a siren and...
So we haven't posted anything in a while, we've been busy and haven't taken the time to journal as often as we'd like to. This is our written recollection of our latest encounter. For those of you who haven't read out other experiences, we journal our recollections of each of our "adventures" as a way of keeping the memories fresh and alive in our minds. We...
What wonderful reaction to my last two stories, "Answering A Random Ad" and "Sheila's Taste." This story picks up a recent event. I have to add that while most reactions were quite positive, a few were just plain stupid. Thanks to all as I was very entertained. Meanwhile, enjoy. * I received an invitation to my house, Sheila received one at her place. The...
Summer had come to an end in Washington, DC. The leaves were beginning to change colors, and the air was cooler and more crisp. It was a welcome respite from the oppressive humidity that had hung over the area for most of August. School had started, which meant the tourists had gone. But for Matt, Megan, and Danielle, it was still business as usual. The only...