Protected: Blood. Sweat. And Tears.

It is not my place to sit in judgement of any of my fellow humans.  I accept that what makes you you is not what makes me me.  Just because I don't like the colour yellow it doesn't mean that you shouldn't.  I have an understanding of the…

Protected: Penis Pumps.

More than a few of my guests have ED due from prostate cancer - that may make it difficult to obtain or maintain an erection.  This is such a serious issue causing low self-esteem and confidence among our beautiful men. I don't know that…

Protected: The Priest. Fiction.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned … With a final lipstick check in the rear vision mirror Allessandra steps from the car, counting the steps it takes to reach the inside of the church, 39. The white silk shirt strains against her breasts,…

Protected: The Last Time.

Had I known it was the last time would it have been different? Looking back almost a fortnight later there were clues I chose to ignore.  The way he looked at me with soft and gentle eyes all the while whispering the words that made me moan. …

Protected: Seconds.

The fantasy of fucking her immediately after she had been fucked played on his mind. The very idea of putting his cock inside that wet cunt was too good to ignore. He knew she would make it happen. She loved to please. She lived to please. Oh…

Protected: The Meal. Fantasy.

He sits at the head of the table where he belongs. She sits opposite dressed in the clothes he’d selected earlier. The whore looks as she should. The black corset has the desired effect, her breasts squeezed tight, almost spilling out. Although,…

Protected: Mr Big.

I wanted to kiss you tonight. There. I fucking said it. I wanted to kiss you too. I guess it was then that the decision was made. They would kiss. They would start there. The whore and the whoremonger. She with ten thousand lovers and him…

Protected: The Couple.

It starts with a late night call.  Will you see us? Why not? It’s been a while.  Come. It’s always about the balance of power.  My house.  My rules.  There are no rules.  Let’s see where the energy takes us.  I read it when they…

Protected: The Cuckold. TBC.

The voice on the end of the phone.  He is nervous.  He doesn’t know if she is the real deal.  His palms are sweaty and his cock limp.  It isn’t that his cock is even that small but it is most definitely unworthy.  He knows that much…

Protected: The Vial.

It would be true to write that I am his muse. This thing of ours has changed the game. The game has two players and one coach. And now I am going to write in free fall so you might get a glimpse from behind the curtain. It has been ten days…