It starts with rope. He lets us tie him up—willingly, almost smugly—as if he thinks this is just a game. His wrists are bound to the headboard, stretched above his head. His chest is bare, his arms flexing every time we shift on the bed. He’s watching us—intensely—while his cock twitches under the thin fabric of his boxers. He’s hard. So fucking hard. And we haven’t even touched him yet. We crawl up beside him—one on each...

Beauty isn’t fair. And sexual beauty? Even less so. I’ve always known that, but lately, it’s been something I can’t stop thinking about. I’m in my late twenties now, creeping closer to thirty, and I see it happening around me: friends lowering their standards. They start to settle for guys who don’t exactly light a fire in them because, well, “he’s nice” or “he’s stable.” And yeah, those things matter, but deep down, I kn...

Part Two - Sex with Him the Next Morning. Mary and I woke in each others' arms as she went down, her wet lips engulfing my morning wood. I gently played with her ears and let her suck on me for a while. I then lifted her hips up, and she eagerly slid down my big bone. I looked at the digital clock. 7:20 AM. She'd have to leave soon for class. But I did not want to cum myself: I knew John was here. I pumped my hard cock in...

“Touch yourself for me.” My tone was gentle, but he knew better than to test my patience, especially after what we now referred to as the recliner incident. He bit his lip in anticipation, moving his hand down until it disappeared into his boxers with a soft moan. I smirked, feeling a rush of wetness between my own legs as he stroked himself under my watchful gaze. “Feels good, doesn't it, baby?” I murmured, guiding him t...

“Oh, my, my,” he murmured, back bumping against the door and eyes closing, luscious lashes decorating his cheeks. “Oh, hell yes.” I smirked, twirling strands of his soft, silky hair around my fingers as I leaned in for a chaste kiss. “You like that, baby? You like it when I play with your hair?” He bit his lip, nodding, but it quickly became a moan when I leaned in for a proper kiss, fingers now pulling at his hair as the...

Long- Hard - Soft- Warm - Thick - It feels so nice inside. So nice to taste. Or to hold and touch. They make me smile. Whether they are made of flesh or silicone, glass or drawn as art, or imagined in my mind... Is there something wrong with me that I am hopelessly an acolyte to the Phallus? No. I am a cock worshipper. They give life just as much as the cunt does, simply without pain. I love everything about them. How the...

Kai was once again alone with Kate. Being in a woman’s bed was not unusual for Kai, but this felt very different. For a start, he was handcuffed to her bed and locked in a chastity cage. But it was more than that. This wasn’t some girl he’d picked up at a club. This was a girl who owned him. While there was an undeniable physical attraction between them, everything resolved around Kate. Kate’s control of his cock gave her...

It's all a blur, but now it’s done Lovers tied with lace and spun A shake and twirl and he is small Her hands, her breasts and down he’ll fall Forever hers, but now it’s real Inch-tall man, for her conceal Tumbles down to secret loin Their sexual bodies now conjoin Inside, encased, he disappears Behind a wall of silk so sheer Airtight, sealed, with cruel intent Entombed, embodied, intimate scent Her strictest realm, comma...

You might recall from the first chapter of this story that I had found a group of friends after several years of living successfully, but alone. I also became desperately attracted to one member of that group. Her name is Paula (Goddess Paula to me) and she had so many desirable traits that I found her irresistible. One of these traits was her perfect feet. She didn’t mind my attraction to her feet, and she even used my f...

“Please Jake, we need a guy,” Natalie begged, her coffee cup clattering down on its saucer, “We can’t go otherwise.” She touched her pouting lips, shuffled on her chair and recrossed her legs. She twisted her head to create waves of long dark hair and hoped that the freckles on her nose and her tendency to giggle weren’t taking away from her practised look. “If I come,” Jake replied slowly, holding out a stern finger, “Yo...

In my darkest hour... I wait for you to ravish me Under moonlight and stars, I want to be lost in the ecstasies Of our growling and thunder. Rolling in our sheets... Slow... Soft, Whispers. Escaping with profound needful passion, Reverberating through our beings. I want to shake with you, And fill up all your holes So when it rains... Your not cold anymore. I want to slide against your smoothness... Inhale your exhales, T...