Author: pkewe

Alex was exhausted. The three day human resources conference had felt like it lasted two weeks. His employer sprung for a $60 motel that felt like it was managed by Norman Bates with a mattress filled with mother. Alex’s back hurt and he was not looking forward to being cramped in coach on the 5 hour flight back home. Being 6’4″ and 275lbs, Alex didn’t fit into the normal airplane seat. His pleads for upgrading to the emergency exit row had fallen on deaf ears. Even worse,  he was in the back row. “At least I have the window,” he sighed to himself as he looked at the flimsy ticket in his hand.

Alex set his backpack down in an empty seat next to him and waited to board. ‘Fifteen more minutes,’ he thinks to himself as he turns on his music and unzips his bag. He was saving three Ativan for the flight home and now seemed as good a time as any. Read more »

“You have reached your destination.”
Sam put his Ford Focus in park and looked skeptically at the building. 8008 S. Forty-Fourth Street was just a plain looking building. The painted white brick shimmered slightly in the dusk lighting. Julie insisted he take an appointment today to see Rylie, whoever that was. He gave a nervous sigh, put his hand on the door handle, and left the car.

The glass front door had a small ‘FFE’ logo right by the handle. If Sam was any taller he might missed it. “4th floor, 2nd door on the right’ he repeated to himself as he pulled back the heavy door. A gust if wind almost ripped the door back shut.

Thankfully Sam caught himself. A quick look around determined that no one saw that happen. With one big breath, he stepped inside.

“Welcome sir, come in come in,” said a high manly voice as Sam entered the 2nd door on the right. A tall thin man with a grin the size of his handlebar mustache was standing behind a desk just inside the door. “How may I assist you today sir?” Read more »

Sam was a small man who worked a small job and lived in a small house. At 5’3″ he seemed to get the short end of most jokes, bad jokes, jokes that don’t even reach the bar of most bad jokes.

Sam’s neighbor was a tall, curvy woman. That was Sam’s type. He wanted to get lost in a mountain of a woman. Someone he could climb like Everest or could squash him like a bug. Julie was just that kind of woman. Boy did he yearn for her.

One Sunday afternoon Sam was outside planting some roses, he loved roses, when he heard, “aw fuck” come from his neighbor’s yard. He knew at once that it was Julie. He dusted off the dirt and walked over to the fence. His eyes widened as his gaze fall upon the ample posterior of Julie. Her jeans were stretched taunt across her ass, threatening to burst. Read more »

You smile as you look around at the white cloth surrounding you. Can’t get too excited or you’ll hit your head on the hard wood tabletop. You’re hiding, but not because you’re playing a game. Well, not yet. 

A door opens outside of your table cloth cave and you hear voices. Your friend Sam has invited you over for game night after you lost a bet. Now you’re his slave tonight, not that you mind. You weren’t trying that hard to win the bet but you’ll never let him know. Some soft banter that you can barely decipher continues as the door ones one, two, three more times. This is a full length tablecloth so you can’t quite make out the number of chairs but you’d imagine there are at least six chairs.  You’re thankful you chose a sundress as it is a little warm under here.

Your toes curl and wiggle anxiously as you wait for Sam to pull up in front of you. You’re going to suck his cock while he plays poker with his buddy. You can’t wait to make him squirm and try to hold his pleasure in. This won’t be the first time you’ve played with his nice sized cock. Nothing gives you more pleasure than to take control of a throbbing cock and earn your reward. Read more »

Your heartbeat quickens as you push the car door shut and begin to walk towards the hotel. 2:28, you were right on time, as long as don’t turn back. Luckily you received your room key yesterday so there is no need to go through the lobby. It takes a minute to get the side door open (because you nearly dropped the key) and you nearly jump when the door slams behind you (darn wind). The little envelope which had housed the key has ‘213’ written on it in black sharpie so you begin to climb the stairs. Each step has you wishing you hadn’t worn an outfit so tight. 
Slightly impressed with yourself you make it to the second floor without tripping. The beige door pulls back easily revealing a standard hotel hallway. Red and yellow flower patterns on the carpet, light brown walls which you can just see match the smallest detail in the floral arrangement beneath your feet. You pass the ice and vending machines before reaching room 213. ‘Very convenient to be near the ice,’ you think. The thought must have distracted you just enough to not realize that you had your hand on the door handle, brought the key to the reader, turned the handle, and walked inside without shaking or second guessing your decision.
The lights are already on but it is clear you are the only one inside. Looking around you notice that the suite was larger than you expected. There is a nice size sitting area in the first room with a two cushion couch, sitting chair,  two end tables,  and a large table that was covered with a towel. Your eyes trace over the hills and valleys indicating there are several items underneath.  You think you can make out a few items but refrain from disturbing the scene. 
The bathroom is a pretty standard for a hotel room. White walls,  single sink with a large mirror. The large bathtub catches your eye and you smile thinking about soaking in that later. 
Further into the room you find the master bedroom.  There lying on the king size bed is a large envelope with your name written beautifully across the front. Your smile returns as you reach for it. But just as your fingers almost touch it you hesitate. 2:35, you still have time to walk out and pretend this never happened.  No one would blame you. You turn around and sit on the bed,  your hand shakes as you bring it up to your cheek to think. The shaking draws your attention down towards your hand but you look through it.  On the floor lies a black piece of fabric. A moment passes before you bend down to touch it and discover how soft the material feels in your fingertips. You stoke the fabric gently and bravely slide your wrist into the hole at the end. ‘So soft,’ you think to yourself as you feel the restraint slide back and forth along your wrist and forearm. Read more »