I would never have thought it would happen to me. I've always been a straight man but with certain peccadilloes...from time to time I dress in women's clothing and I enjoy the fantasy of making love with men, but it's only ever been a fantasy.
I'm happily married and I've never gone against the grain but, from time to time, when my wife and I are having sex, I imagine it's a cute guy I'm with and when I'm inside her I fantasize about penetrating a cute boy. Makes me cum every time
The Priest in my theology class at school said that the Bible claimed that real love was being willing to sacrifice your life for someone else. I guess that means that I never really loved Francis.
I met Francis when I was fifteen. He was two years older than me and he was my mentor, my guide to my new school. My parents thought it was a good idea for me to go to a Catholic school in the north of Spain; my English father liked the idea of a three year diploma over the GCSEs and A
For those of you who have been so patient in waiting for my computer to become fixed and this part of the story to finish being edited, thank you! I worked hard on this story for you guys. :)
Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury a
Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world.
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Every week is exactly the same. I don't know why I allow myself to be treated this way.
I wait for you in my car in the parking lot—you are never on time. Sometimes I wait for as long as forty-minutes for you to park next to me, and when you finally arrive I can never get out of my car fast enough without you honking your car horn. Your passenger door is always locked, and since you have tinted windows I have to knock on the door until I hear you open the lock.
I reached James' apartment around six. It was still light out. He had told me that he wouldn't be home until sometime around nine. Clearly I had arrived a little too early; it wasn't a problem, however, rather more time for me to get warmed up.
He had given me his key before hand. I opened his door and stepped inside. Even though it wasn't his regular place, it was still a decent apartment - not too small, but just enough to be cozy. There were a couple of windows opening up to th
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It was about ten pm when I heard the doorbell ring. I wondered who be at my door at this late hour. I went to the door and there stood my friend Ryan from work.
"Can I sleep on your couch, Cindy threw me out," he told me.
I let Ryan in and we sat down on the couch. Ryan didn't tell me why he was fighting with his girlfriend and I didn't ask. Those two fought more than they got along. We talked for a half hour or so and then I went and got a pillow and a blanket. I t
"Just kill me and get it over with," I thought as the pounding echoed again. I blinked a couple times, rousing myself awake enough to realize that the pounding was not in my head. I looked at the clock, thinking, "Who the fuck pounds on a man's door at one-thirty in the morning?"
I dragged my ass out of bed and shuffled down the hall toward the front door. Staggering, I hopped to my left as a sharp pain jolted up my leg. "Ow! Shit!" I hobbled to the couch, propping myself against
"Ach, mein Got, Ach mein Got—oh my god." Friedrich cried out in his glorious anguish. The monster black cock was killing him. He was panting hard, unable to breath, every sensation in his body tuned to that thick pole moving ever deeper inside him. He struggled to move away, to find some sense of relief, if only temporarily, if only to try to better accommodate the sinking pillar that was splitting him asunder. But strong, chocolate-brown, ropy-muscled arms were pulling him even closer into a fi
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