Archive for February, 2010

Here is my true story. Please forgive its faults. I have never written something like this before.
I am a white male in my mid twenties living in a large city. I have been straight all my life, although I have gone out with several bisexual women. I guess you could say that I never felt [...]

Just a heads up, I added a new feature to the site. It is a story rating system. Simply click on the stars at the bottom of each story to the level you believe the story to be. The higher the rating by the most users, the higher it will be placed on the “rated [...]

I slip back inside, and weave my way through the crowd into the playroom, where I find an open stretch of wall. I lean up against it, setting my toybag down beside me. I open it, and remove one of my lighter floggers. I close my eyes, examining the handle of the cat by touch [...]

I had been Master Robert’s slave for only 1 week now, but already I would do anything – ANYTHING – he wished of me.
“Ama!” I heard him yell, “Kneel at readiness!” I scrambled over to his feet kneeling before him. I arched my back sitting on my crossed ankles, as I spread my knees wide [...]

The boys stopped and stared, as did the girls, as I walked through the little brick pavillion. My 68 inch bosoms heaved and quaked in my bathing suit like two gigantic waterballoons.
Stepping from cool concrete and shade to warm sand and bright sun, I hit the beach. The sandy shore was lit- tered with bodies, [...]

The breeze from the ocean gave the night air a fresh salty scent. As we walk out of the restaurant it rejuvenates us both from the stylish cigarette smoke that a few still insist on breathing. We both breathe in deep, then cast an anticipating glance at each other. An eager smile forms on our [...]

It all changed when Julie, my personal assistant asked a strange question.
“Have you ever had an eastern massage, Dan?” she said out of the blue when we were going through the day’s diary. “What?” I asked, startled. “An eastern massage, ” Julie said with a dreamy look in her eyes. “It’s wonderful.”
“I’m sure it is. [...]