My writings are all rooted in truth.  The characters are all real, always with changed names and sometimes with blended personalities.  The events are sometimes purely made up, but more often are blends of actual events and fantasy.  One thing that has bothered me is what would happen if someone read one of my stories and recognized themselves.  It’s entirely possible.  After some concern, it occurred to me that if they w...

Cindy walked timidly into the room, her small hand shaking as she closed the door behind her. The room's layout was stereotypical, with a large wooden desk and camera on one side, and what was clearly a casting couch on the other. Cindy briefly wondered what sorts of acts had happened on that couch as she walked to the center of the room and faced the man in a sleazy-looking suit sitting behind the desk. James looked her...

  Looking back, it is still very hard for me to believe the events that have transpired over the last several years. Sometimes, life has a unique way of taking an almost surreal turn that leads us down paths that we would have normally only dreamt about. Mine is such a story.   This is story about how an unfortunate case of erectile dysfunction, in-turn, led to a series of the most erotic sexual experiences that I had eve...

Arriving in the living area of the studio apartment, I'd preset the mood by having the lights dimmed and candles lit, an eclectic mix of music set on the speaker and bed and sofas set invitingly with scatter cushions flung around haphazardly.Still perplexed and perched over Bill's shoulder, I heard a devilish giggle from Chantelle. I felt her tender, soft hands slide up my legs toward my buttocks before she caressed my ch...

So that's what hate mail looks like. Another one to tick off my bucket list. To be honest I'm fairly certain that many of the kind suggestions I've received are physical impossibilities and I probably ought to clarify that I don't live in a zoo. Additionally I have checked with Mum regarding the accusation that I am the bastard offspring of Eva Braun and Lucretia Borgia and she assures me that she's never been to either B...

Chapter Nine McKinley arrived early so he could position himself to see Grace when she walked in. She showed up promptly at 7:00 P.M. dressed in a black skirt that stopped just shy of her knees and a white blouse. Not conservative, but not overtly sexy either. He had to admit that he admired her taste. She was, he realized, the kind of woman he might pursue romantically if he were so inclined. But the very reason she was...

Cal couldn't believe what he had done, he just tongue kissed his best friend and he liked it. Maybe it was a result of the makeup and lingerie that his friend had dressed him. Whatever the reason. Cal really liked it. "So are you ready to fuck this pretty girl in the butt?" His friend, John asked and Cal asked himself the same question. When his friend John suggested it, Cal was not put off as he thought he'd be. He knew...

I fear him.  He has never been a violent man but, were he to discover my secrets I fear his anger would know no bounds.  His manhood threatened would be intolerable to him.  We must remain cautious until I return to the Capital and to you, my love.  S delivered your letter to me.  You cannot know how it lifted my spirits. “Oh, George.  Were you a bit of a kinkster?”  Leather straps dangled from the bed’s frame. “I don’t t...

Chapter 6: Shibari “Lady Nicole is a closet expert at Shibari,” says Brooke when the eight of us are sat down for our evening meal. “I’m what?!?” I exclaim. “What on earth is Shibari?” “Japanese rope bondage,” replies Stephanie. “Is this true?” “I know how to do a few knots and a handful of bondage ties, but I’m a long way from being an expert in anything like that.” “Well, let us be the judge of that,” says Monique. “Bro...

With your hands tied behind your back, you fully engorged your throat with my man-meat. What a cute little face, struggling to contain its guest; eyes welling with tears and bloodshot red. Soon the slime running from your mouth would be over-powered by my two-week load. I couldn’t wait to achieve a hard, masculine release into your petite, feminine body. “Keep staring at me, baby. I’m about to fucking cuuuuum!” Your eyes...

Haumia was on her last break at work on Monday when one of her friends, Amanda, sat at her table. “Heard you did a great job in triage today with that two car MVA.” “Thank,s Amanda, how did maternity go today?” “Rather calm, three babies and one was a week early but no problems.” “That’s good,” Haumia replied. “Mind if I ask you a question?” “Sure.” “I’ve heard that you’re dating Matt Caruso, is that true?” “We have a dat...