“Nine-One-One, what’s your emergency?” “My dick is swollen! Something’s wrong with it! It’s been hard for like eight hours!” “What is your name?” “Chet.” “Chet, what is your location?” “Uh, 1926 Davenport Drive.” “Stay calm; help is on the way.” The dispatcher muted her microphone and yelled to her supervisor “I got a hard one! Alert Nine-One-One Kat, stat!” ❀❀❀ As the ambulance arrived, a police detective was already in...

It was four days ago, since I had fucked my stepdaughter Jenny. I hadn't seen her since. But I was sure she hadn't told my wife about what had happened, or I would have been homeless by now. It was late afternoon, I was home alone watching some sport on the tv after a long day at work. My stepdaughter came home with her best friend Becky. Jenny and Becky have been friends for years. So Becky was almost one of the family....

“Jules, are those your cousins?” Daphne asked, looking over Julia’s shoulder at the entrance to the grand ballroom. Julia turned and looked behind her. “Yes, those red-headed weasels are the Culligan boys,” she said with a sigh. “Aw, I think they’re cute!” Daphne laughed. “Sure, if you haven’t had to deal with them at every family gathering for all nineteen years of your life.” Julia paused. “But I’ll introduce you to the...

I was twenty-three and just had a hard breakup with my boyfriend. I had decided to distract myself a bit and go on vacation for a few weeks at my aunt's place in the southern region of Germany. It was a peaceful time, but also, quite boring. There was nothing much to do. No clubs in the area, and no place to meet people my age. The days came and went until one interesting evening that turned my views completely around. I...

They say that Christmas comes around once a year, and in the process causes much stress to those who have not prepared well enough, those who have to visit in-laws, those who are not fortunate enough to afford the most recent toy for their child, and those that struggle to come close to that turkey dinner that is always waiting in the wings. It’s that time of year when we are tested to our utmost, and you can almost feel...

“OK,” I said quietly, “let’s go.” I opened the door, and we all went inside. Greg went to the fridge, took out the bottle of champagne he had ordered, and placed in there earlier. He got the glasses and poured for everyone. We sat down beside our own partners, and Adam began. “Right then, Swinging 101. Is everyone sitting comfortably? Then we’ll begin.” He held up one finger. “First, you always make your first meeting on...

It was our first date. It started in a quiet corner of a pub, the chatter was effortless and easy-going. Her smile was intoxicating and the length of her red hair, nearly touching her bottom, and level with the high stools we were sitting on, was amazing. The conversation quickly turned to sex and although I guarded my answers somewhat, I believe she was throwing all sorts of possibilities into the mix. The one that made...

Chapter 1 A few years ago I was sent out to Thailand for a week by my boss to do some checks on our operations at Laem Chabang in Thailand, about 10 km north of Pattaya. Our ex-pat manager, Dave, lived locally and instead of having to stay in a hotel, he offered me a bed in his bungalow. He lived in a small gated development of about ten homes, all occupied by ex-pats. The second night was Saturday, and Sunday was a rest...

There are no chains on me I cannot bear to be bound Too risky Too many phantoms surround me Real pain is my constant companion Not pain as a game Not pain for fun No loving leather paddle for me I have been run through I have been burned alive My feet crushed My fingers broken ... but not today Today my master is my servant She kneels at my side She commands them She protects me "Take off those pants! "Too slow. "Back of...

CHAPTER 7 - MAX GATE . “And at home by the fire, whenever you look up there I shall be— and whenever I look up, there will be you.” . At breakfast the next day we stared out of the windows at the grey sky and scudding clouds. Christine looked across the table and asked, “What are you doing today?” “We’ve booked a visit at Max Gate.” “What’s that?” “Thomas Hardy’s home, he wrote many of his famous works there.” She looked...