The Play Is The Thing 1 Cordville Occupational College is known for business, computer, and secretarial classes, a decent sports program, and even a fair automotive department, but not drama. I was one of about twenty students, ironically there were twelve boys and only eight girls in the program. I soon became the second in command, behind Roxy Hart, the 5...
The familiar sound rings in my ear, loud as thunder. I rush down the stairs in a frenzy, not wasting a second getting to the door. I unlock the door and open it to see your smiling face drawing eerily close to mine. There's a tense silence. I open the door even wider now, smiling back at you as I motion for you to follow me. You step inside and close the doo...
It was time. Everyone should be in place, I thought as I navigated the cluttered communal living room and headed toward the party-room in the back of the house. She should be waiting for me as directed. Let the show begin. As I passed through the never overly well-scrubbed kitchen, I saw that she was not alone. At least one of our attendees had chosen to aw...
Howdy, folks. How's it going on this lovely day? My name is Darius Johnson, friends call me D.J. and I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I attend Bridgewater State College on an academic scholarship. I like college football, college basketball, college soccer and college wrestling. In t...
You enter my room and lie besides me, I am sleeping on my side, you slide the bed sheets aside and uncover my body, I am wearing a purple nighty. You whisper my name and ask me not to wake up, to keep sleeping you will be doing it all... While you talk you caress my arm sliding your hand up to my upper-arm and then to my breasts, you firmly cup my breast i...
The name is Mitchell Saint James. This here is the story of what I've done. I am a district attorney working for the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A six-foot-one, lean and black-haired, green-eyed Caucasian male of English and Norwegian descent in his early thirties. By day, I lead a normal life in most aspects. Just a single heterosexual white male profe...
It was an October evening when Joyce and her husband came to visit us. We had contacted them via an advertisement in a magazine. I forget what the advert said but we had replied in the vein that we were looking for friends who could enjoy themselves in a sexy way without resorting to swapping partners. We didn't know what to expect from them but we were hop...
Jess regains consciousness and realizes that she is hanging suspended from her arms, blindfolded, her legs spread wide and anchored with leather thongs. She can feel that her legs are spread wide by the pull of the muscles on her inner thighs. She can also feel that her breasts and labia are swollen with arousal. She listens as she hears people moving around...
I begin to throw a tantrum, kicking my legs vigorously, pulling my arms and screaming at the top of my lungs. “Let me go you Asshole!” Tears flooded my face, causing my black make-up to run and sting my eyes. I managed to free one of my hands and quickly began to untie my other hand. Master snaps his fingers, as I keep fighting my way out. The Male Slave, la...
0001 - Tempro 0003 - Conner 0097 - Ace 0101 - Shelby (mother ship) 0125 - Lars 0200 - Ellen 0301 - Rodrick 0403 - Johnathon 0667 - Marco 0778 - Jan 0798 - Celeste 0908 - Tara 0999 - Zan 1000 - Sherry _______________ Growing Lucy - 0098 Derrick looked up from the floor at Shelby rubbing the side of his face that felt real! Not like a solid ho...