It was a dreary, rainy day. I hurried my ass out to my car. I would be late for work again, if I didn't rush. I started down the main highway that I always take and turned up the radio. I began singing out loud to the radio. Suddenly, without warning a limo pulled into my path from a side street. I hit the brakes and swerved. I couldn't keep from hitting the large white car. It all happened so fast. I shook nervously. My heart felt as if it would jump from my chest. I was very angry that someone would drive so idiotically. I took this kind of driving as a direct threat against my life. I angrily stepped out of the car and walked nervously towards the limo. A man in a suit emerged from the drivers seat. "You asshole!" I taunted him. "Are ... Read More»

Jan and I were headed downtown to spend an evening with our close friends, Jason and Carrie. The four of us had secured a two bedroom suite in one of the nicest hotels in the city, and we were looking forward to what would undoubtedly end up being a fun and sex-filled adventure. Jason and Carrie were arriving ahead of us, and we were to meet them there. Upon arrival, we picked up our key cards at the front desk, and took the elevator to the 16th floor and the luxury suite it held. We let ourselves into the room, tipped the bellman, and closed the doors behind us. “Hi, Jason,” I called. “Hello, Carrie,” yelled Jan. “Come on back,” answered Jason. “Carrie can’t talk right now, but come on back any way.” We left our suitcases just inside the door and ... Read More»

As I came around the corner, I didn't see her having coffee outside the tat shop so I stopped and backed the bike into a parking space across the street. I lit a butt and while letting out a stream of smoke, got off and headed over to see how she was doing. I saw her as soon as I walked in, still stretched out on the table as Chaz worked on her bum. "Hey baby," she giggled, "Chaz is having too much fun playin' with my arse, shouldn't be much...you're wearing leathers, you got the bike fixed!" "Bloody hell! Lay still Tracy!" yelled Chaz as he swatted her sharply. "Hey, that's no way to treat the boss," she cried, "Jaaaack." "How are you doing Chaz?" I asked as I looked over his artistry. "Good mate and yourself?" he replied as he kept working on the tat of a ... Read More»

It was late September and had been a real hot and sticky summer but tonight was foggy and rainy. Now with the rain and fog it seemed more like the whole city was a big steam room. It was only Wednesday, but the first three days of the work week had been hell. It didn't seem like the rain and fog had cooled my apartment off any and to make matters worse, my fuck buddy had called and canceled. I was not in the best of moods and felt the need to go out and have a few cold beers. I didn't feel like taking a cab downtown to any of heavy duty men's cruise bars. Since it was the middle of the week, they wouldn't be very busy anyway. There was a biker bar just a couple blocks from my apartment. I had not spent any time there, but it always had the heavy smell of ... Read More»

"Harder, baby! Oh shit! Don't stop!" She was panting and writhing under me, nails digging into my back, legs around my waist. Her hair was wild, her eyes closed and her mouth open, gasping for air. She was all that I had wanted in the past few months and I was doing everything I could to make her feel good. Hearing her screams filled me with the happiness of knowing that I had made her scream like that. But, I'm getting ahead of myself, let's talk about how we met. * We met simply enough. I was walking out of my two o'clock class, and she was walking out of hers. Our classes were in nearby rooms. I looked at her, and I knew that I had to get to know her. It was just something about her; she was captivating. She looked directly into my eyes as we passed, ... Read More»

A warm spring south Florida sun poured through the darkened windows of Marla Holton's corner office, brightening the firm surface of the sky blue carpet and even revealing "fribbles," her description of the tiny bits of whatever that a good vacuuming by the cleaning crew would clear away tonight. Marla Holton had a PowerPoint slide presentation that she needed to prepare for a seminar on Monday, a task that she despised regardless of how enjoyable the group would be to whom she would speak. She had no interest whatever in committing "death by PowerPoint," a phrase her beloved husband Carl used often. Carl had been dead now for slightly more than five years; the circumstances of his death would never depart her memory. He was a diplomat with "other" ... Read More»

My internet porn addiction didn't begin in the usual way with the occasional fanfiction dirty story exchanged between high schoolers or finding videotapes in the upstairs closet and then looking online to find more. Most people look for a set of anonymous genitals or a mouth or set of hands interacting with another set of anonymous genitals. Others look for certain scenarios or fetishes, but don't really care about the obvious c-section scar the "schoolgirl" has or that the "hot, uptight professor" has a barbed wire tattoo around his bulging bicep once he strips off his tweed. No, I was looking for a particular person. I knew every inch of his body, from the slight cowlick that always stuck up no matter how much he grew or cut his brown ... Read More»

Note : This story is completely fictional! Read also Slaves 4 rent : Part 1, Slaves 4 rent : Part 2, Slaves 4 rent : Part 3. The slave lay on his mattress. his ankles and wrists were as usual shackled so he cud not touch his genitals. not that it mattered. he had been fitted with a steel chstity device. to urinate was now a complete nightmare. the urine had nowhere to go. it would bubble out the sides running through his groin. it woz punishment for ejaculating when he had sex with the clients. altho he never touched his penis he could not stop the flow of semen when he took it up the back passage. it didnt happen often but it would be inevitable after months of semen had collected in his testicles. it annoyed his master who liked his slaves to have no sexual ... Read More»

Officer Steve Thompson was pissed off to say the least. The 6'3", 225 lb ex-football player turned cop could not believe his luck lately. He was a good guy, he thought to himself, he tried to live right, was willing to risk his life in the line of duty for people he didn't know and tried really hard not to hurt anyone. So why, he questioned was his life so shitty lately? Two days ago, Steve walked into his nice little house where his nice little girlfriend was supposed to be waiting with her nice little arms (and legs) open for him, with a nice little meal on the nice little table. Yea, that was what was supposed to happen. Instead, he walked into a huge shit storm. Sherry wasn't getting any younger and her bio-clock's bio-alarm had apparently started ringing. ... Read More»

We arrived late in our hotel room. The date was going well... but I didn't know what to expect, being new in shemale dating - I was excited and a little scared at the same time. She was a beautiful Latina: busty, dark exotic skin, fantastic lips; we couldn't stop kissing each other in the elevator. She slowly undressed while I was watching, mesmerized by her perfect breasts and nipples which I wanted to suck right there. She gestured me to come closed and I started kissing her abs, working my way up through her cleavage, giving her nipples a twist and then a gentle touch. I could feel her getting aroused, so I went on to squeeze her ass with my big hands. She commented how I'm different from the other guys into shemale dating - how big and masculine I am, a ... Read More»

Samantha Willcotts III, a widow for the last third of her seventy-two year life, approached what appeared to be terminal climax at 11:40 p.m. on a Thursday evening. The batteries in her super vibrator continued powering the instrument for almost thirty minutes after they were no longer needed. Friday morning, Peters, her forty-three, newly hired domestic, murmured her name at the door then entered, carrying her breakfast tray. He approached and gazed down on the disheveled bed and the still form atop the tangled sheets. "Miss Willcotts?" Her wrinkled expression was more a grimace than a smile. The upper lip curled back, baring yellowed teeth in a grimace that appeared a cross between pain and ecstasy. Her shortie nightgown, drawn well above her sagging ... Read More»

Hampton Rogers sat in the outer office of the Pleasure Max Corporation, quietly paging through the latest issue of the companies sex magazine while waiting for an appointment with the head of the procurement department, a Miss Jackson!!! While the magazine was the flagship jewel in the PMC empire, they also were deeply involved in x-rated movie theaters and x-rated bookstores!!! For the last three years Ham had been his company's leading salesman of what might be referred to in polite circles as "marital aids", and up until now he hadn't been able to get a crack at putting his line of wears in the PMC bookstores, that is until now!!! For the past two years Ham couldn't even get an appointment to meet with an official from PMC, and while he had no proof, ... Read More»

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material and descriptions of explicit sex. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are fragments from the depths of my Apperceptive Mass and have no basis in fact. Enjoy!……B J W * * * * * The rain beat down on the windshield, as Robbie drove down the country hi way …he was glad he had thought to put the top up on the roadster before he started his trip. He spotted a small figured hitchhiker thumbing a ride just a head on the road, Robbie didn't usually pick up hitchers on the side of the road, but with the drizzling rain, he made an exception. Robbie put his hand down on the 357 Magnum S&W revolver he carried under the car seat just to be sure it was handy ... Read More»

It had been quite a while since I had seen any of the people I went to school with. I had graduated and become a jaded little designer, hopping from job to job, knowing that it was killing my "career" but, who the hell was I kidding? I didn't want to keep doing this. My real passion was in the art of design, not the every day working with clients. I was getting restless. I was tired of getting up every morning, wearing the same damn boring clothes, going to work at 8 am and not getting home until 7 pm. Dealing with the same boring clients. I had no life. Really, that's what it came down to. Here I was, 24, single and in a great city with a great nightlife, and what was I doing with my free time? Painting whenever I could but usually falling over from ... Read More»

I was awakened by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I was light headed, naked and cold. I opened my eyes but it took a second for me to focus. I could see my cell phone, purse, keys and clothes on a small table 4 feet directly in front of me. The room was dark except for some kind of industrial work light that was aimed at me from my right side. I had been strapped and chained face down to a carpet covered raised platform. My arms were stretched at 90 degree angles to my body with my wrists bound in leather straps which were locked to sturdy bolts at the edge of the platform. My ankles were also shackled and there was a thick collar around my neck. Chains attached to the collar prevented me from moving my head more than an inch in any direction. I ... Read More»