“I've been naughty this year,” I whisper into his ear, “but I so want some presents…” Five minutes later, I bend across the desk. His fingers brush below my pajamas, then I feel him yank them down. The air is cool on my tight, bare bottom. The slipper strikes. I am thrown forward and then, that delicious warm sting on my skin. He spanks me hard, mercilessly, without limits. I feel shame, lustful, present and profoundly al...

When I was 20, I fled the suffocating dust of my tiny Texas town—a closeted boy who’d never so much as brushed another guy’s skin—and landed in Austin hungry, reckless, and desperate to be ruined. Larry found me first. Early sixties, heavy silver-dusted chest, a proud belly that hung just right over his belt, and a thick, perfectly cut six-inch cock that looked like it had broken dozens of boys before me. We traded pics f...

It had been an oddly calm day at the café. There had been no inexplicable imbalances in the registers, no clueless trainees in need of babysitting, no last-minute sick calls - even the ever-malfunctioning espresso machine had kept its cool. Bertie had spent the latter half of his shift waiting for something to inevitably go wrong, but he clocked out at four p.m. disappointed. Typically by this time of the day he’d be exha...

After seeing her sister’s apartment, Rachel decided that she owed her boyfriend an apology. Much as Bertie’s hyper-punctual housecleaning schedule could irritate her, it had never occurred to her that his efforts could be keeping something like that from happening. “So,” Leanne mumbled, “where do you want to start?” Even for a studio the apartment was small, and it was clear that their parents had set Leanne up with a mis...

After the incredible night of Carnival, Sir decided that we would have rules for Lent. Most of the rules applied to maintenance, but not all. First, we now have Maintenance three times a week - Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. No exceptions. If I have completed the Session to his satisfaction, we will go out to dinner. If I have disappointed him, I will remain nude and in my room until the next morning at which time he will...

Mr. Mercer woke to the sound of the alarm clock's shrill beep, piercing the early morning silence. He groaned and swung his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the coolness of the floor beneath his bare feet. The curtains were drawn, allowing only a sliver of sunlight to peek through, painting the wall with a soft, golden glow. He rubbed his eyes and stumbled to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee guiding h...

I once had an ex give me road head on the LA freeway coming back from Napa in 1982. I’d brag that I didn’t even have to pay for it, but it turns out this girl drank Dom Perignon like it was Perrier, so in no way was that true. Worst blowjob I ever got in my life, too. But it’s one off the bucket list. It also gives me a nice place to go when I’m stuck in a traffic jam on Lakeshore – and there’s always fucking traffic on L...

Submission As so often happens in college, things moved on rapidly between Lorenzo and Ava, and her sexually arousing library experience encouraged her to go on the pill. In those early, heady days of their relationship, she spent much of her time at his. They became lovers inside two weeks, spending hours relentlessly exploring each other’s bodies, valuable time when they should both have been working on the assignments...

Return Ava stood gazing out of the tall broad office window, surveying the bustling city. She had to admit the view from this vantage point, thirty floors up, was magnificent. She walked closer towards the smoked glass, peering at the small figures moving around the busy streets below. Her heart skipped a beat, feeling the sense of vertigo she’d experienced as a child, times when her father had taken her climbing in the s...

My wife had recently returned to the workplace after being a stay-at-home mother. We decided to hire a babysitter while we were both working. We placed a few ads and set up a makeshift interview process in our living room. We were delighted to find several responses the same day and scheduled to meet with a handful of candidates later in the week. Our first candidate was a bright and cheery young lady named Emily. She was...

Time waits. But, sometimes, the wait—the anticipation—makes the wait all the more worthwhile. I felt like I'd been waiting fucking forever, and I'd become frustrated in almost every part of my life. Don't get me wrong. The materialistic aspects of life pointed to my being the epitome of success. Car. House. Clothing and accessories. These things, however, had left little time—no, no time—to develop anything but casual, in...

Eighteen-year-old Rosie sat nervously in the dimly lit living room, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced anxiously at the clock on the wall, willing the minutes to pass faster. It was past curfew, and she knew that meant one thing: consequences. She had stayed out later than expected with her friends, lost track of time, and now she would pay the price. Her father, a stern and imposing figure, had made it clear th...