"I'm tellin' you, mate, you're gonna love this place. The owner, this woman called Dima, she makes a stew like you've never tasted before, serves it up with bread that's got honey baked right in, so it's all sweet. They got real dwarven beer and ale, not that imitation shit that these northerners usually like, and fruitwines all the way from... What's it cal...
I was on my way to Pereric's house in Malibu. He'd been banging my wife for three months and I was finally going to meet him. In fact, we were going to be staying the night at his house. They'd met at a business function, he owned a tech firm that was a vendor to her company. A Norwegian, which she likes naturally, he'd mentioned he drove an Aston Martin a...
If you were offered one wish,… What would it be? A million dollars? A promising career? To travel the world? Power? Influence? I was offered one wish, and I was promised that it would come true. But like all good things, this wish had a price, a price that I was willing to pay. What was that price?…My soul. What, you may ask is worth one's very life? What...
Note: This is about my life as husband and boy with my Wife and Mistress. It is not fiction. I feel I am at a cross roads and am happy to be experiencing that with you at my side but also, newly founded, as the head of our house, the woman I worship, and the woman who is my lead. All of this is true and would be true whether or not there was bdsm in our lif...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I wrote this story when it occurred to me that there are probably male bimbos who go through extensive modification to make themselves attractive. I didn't know what to call them, so I landed on "kendle" after Ken doll. It's a dumb word, but that's the point, so is bimbo. This s...
Sunlight shown through the blinds, falling across Martin's face in brightly-lit rows - stirring him out of a deep, sound slumber. He opened his eyes slowly, coming out of the haze of sleep and with the slightest pounding in the back of his head. He reached up through a long exhale and rubbed where he felt the slight headache. He'd had enough alcohol that it...
It was summer, between semesters at my college, and I decided to follow in the path of my ancestors and do the European tour. I bought by Euro Pass and converted my Yankee dollars to Euros. I packed what I needed in my back pack; my needs were few in those days: a few clean sets of undergarments, two pairs of jeans, an odd assortment of my American logo t-sh...
WARNING!!! This story is about cuckolding and humiliation. If this offends you, please do not read it. I spent the best part of the early evening pacing back and forth throughout the house, a nervous wreck. Every time I passed the full length mirror in the hall I winced. What a freak I looked! Dressed like a whore. It didn't even cross my mind to tak...
Rob Pruitt masturbated at the memory of his ex-girlfriend, Jackie, on the last night they were a couple. He remembered exactly how she looked as she stood naked in front of him. She was covered in cum. Ropes of the sticky white goo clung to her face and her perfect B-cup tits. Wads of it were clumped in her long blonde hair, puddled on her belly and dripping...
I would never say that life was routine with Mistress Monica. She kept me on my toes—or, more literally, on my heels—at least around the house. On days when I got home from my law office before she got home from her corporate job, I would immediately take off my suit and tie and put on one of the frilly aprons Mistress preferred me to wear at home, and a pai...