Bored at the Club [M,F,STR8,Voy…long]

The bass beat continued to thud through the darkened room. The DJ had just announced the arrival of “Chevelle” to the stage. If these girls weren't named for expensive materials, like Diamond or Ruby…they were named for cars. So far it had been Porsche, Lamborghini, Chevelle and T.A. I figured T.A. stood for 'Tits-n-Ass', but she corrected me. Surprise, it stood for 'Trans-Am'.

Surrounded by strippers and I was bored.

I sipped my drink, and watched as Chevelle's set began. She was a little too meaty in the legs for me. She could probably crush that pole with her thighs if she wanted, but her tits were disappointing. I fished out a dollar and threw it on stage. I'm a nice guy, but not that nice.

I sensed someone sit next to me and was surprised by the redhead that occupied the chair. I didn't recognize her, but then again Amateur Night was coming up later. Plenty of fresh faces were beginning to trickle in. Most of them were ringers from other clubs in the area. I smiled at the redhead.

“Hi,” she said. “What's your name?”

The Trail [MFF] [Voy] [Bi]

Stepping out on the trail head, he shifts his backpack, and starts off. He had been meaning to do some hiking for some time now, but between work and school, had not found the time. Now he has the weekend off, a thirty-pound pack, and plenty of water bottles and energy bars to last a few hours on the trail.

He set his iPod on shuffle and let his mind wander as he hiked.

After an hour, he had worked up a good sweat and decides to stop at the halfway point in the trail. There was a shelter set back 80 feet from the trail to allow hikers to rest without being too near the path. Walking towards it, he heard a sound from the shelter like a woman moaning.

Taking off his headphones and setting down his pack, he edges closer, listening intently, certain he had only imagined it. Sure enough, the only noises were silence, a breeze through the trees, and the birds singing.

Then suddenly, "Aahh!"

There it was again, louder and more insistent. As he drew closer, he could hear what sounds like a stuttering breath of a girl, and muffled hum.

“Scientific Method” [Str8, Les, voy] Comments, please!

Should I bother writing a chapter 2?

Chapter One

It was the opportunity of a lifetime: An expedition with Drs. James and Isabela Salt. Science superstars, they'd made discovery after discovery in the bush, studying animal group behavior all over the world. He, a biologist, she an anthropologist. I'd read plenty of their work on chimpanzees, my area of study in school. I was incredibly lucky they agreed to take me on.

I arrived there just as the sun was coming up, a little groggy from trying to sleep in a bouncing Jeep. The camp consisted of an overlarge tent, which I assumed was for the Salts, and a smaller bivouac that looked to belong Archange and Muteba, the two Congolese men who had driven me there. Dr. Salt smiled and gave me a big hug when I arrived. I was starstruck for a moment, seeing him in person. He was quite handsome and tall, in an angular sort of way. Not nearly as muscular as the Congolese, but with a wiry energy. He had beautiful hazel eyes, and smelled like sweat mixed with some kind of exotic spice.

Washed Pt. One [Mdom, Fsub, oral, voy, bdsm]

It's late. Almost two in the morning. I'm not tired. As usual. I decide to go wash my car. It needs it, badly. It's really dark out so I just go in my pajamas. My black drawstring shorts, that just barely cover my butt, and a loose purple v-neck shirt. I throw on my flip flops and I leave.

It's hot and humid out. Sticky. I turn up the radio and put all my windows down. Feeling the wind all around me. The song on the radio is one of my favorites. It's a slower Rock song with a great beat. I would love to strip for someone to this song.

I pull into the car wash. There is only one other car in there but I don't see it's driver. I put it in park and go to get my change. I've found him. Standing there at the machine. He is incredibly handsome and burly. Almost everything I love in a man. Tall, dark features, great beard, but what i really notice is his arms, incredibly solid. He looks like he could pick me up above his head. The next things I notice are his hands. I can see how callused they are and I automatically imagine them all over me. Feeling his rough hands all over my bare skin and I can feel myself begin to blush.

Review: The Installation [bdsm,sm,voy][mmmfff][Str8]

Hi, this is my first story so feedback is appreciated! Enjoy.


Report by James Cragg.

“In this next room is a bold and challenging new work by one of Scotland’s newest talents, Amy McKenzie. Part performance art, part social experiment ‘The Installation’ endeavours to explore multiple themes, including empathy, eroticism, objectification, revenge and in no small part, sadism. We ask patrons to ensure visitors are over 18 years of age and are of an open minded disposition. Performances are at 10am, 3pm and 7pm.”

As far as understatements go, the placard outside the latest art installation in the Marianne Art Centre has to be one of the most impressive examples. Little could have prepared for this reporter when he ventured into this new showcase of “art” on the recommendation of my good friend Sarah who was helping her fellow graduate (Miss Amy McKenzie herself) with the show.

[voy, bdsm, mdom, Fsub, exh] Exposed in the Garage

It was early evening in a suburban neighborhood, the sun was starting to set, the busy working bodies were starting to get home, and the walkers, runners and cyclists were starting to come out. I was one of the walkers. I enjoyed people watching, and especially watching all the hot wives and cougars jog….in their sexy yoga pants that hug their curves just perfectly and their tight sports bras….and their sweaty, and glistening bodies…I loved staring at them as they come towards and smiling at them as they pass me by….I know they want it, I know a good chunk of them arent getting what they want at home….and what about the ones that do get what they want at home but still want more… anyway I digress..

So Im walking along and its been a long walk, the evening is turning to dark at this point and Im still on the otherside of the neighborhood not really that close to my house…It's probably around 9 oclock and the summer sun is just about down, and most people are inside by now, locked up, garage doors closed… but not the house I was about to pass…I noticed a man just standing by himself in his garage, looking around, glancing left and right, as if he was watching for something. I keep walking and as I get closer I decide to be a friendly neighbor and I turn my head to wave and say hi as I pass by.

Washed pt 2. [MF, Voy, Fsub, Mdom]

To read pt. one http://redd.it/2aanki

A breeze rolls through. Feels great on my damp skin. I get goosebumps. Not sure if it's from the cold or if it's cause of this brick shithouse of a man standing before me.

He's staring at me. Biting his bottom lip. I'm jealous. I want to bite it too. He puts the hose away and he walks up to me. I see his hands again. Touch me. Please just touch me. I need to feel his rough hands all over me.

"Are you ok? Are you cold? Come over to my car I might have an extra shirt." We walk over to his car and I finally realize just how tall he is. I have to pick up the pace just to keep up with his strides. He opens the passenger side door and pulls out a shirt. He hands it to me. "Here try this one. It's my favorite."

I lift it to my face. It smells so good, almost like a bonfire. I set my wet shirt down on his car and I notice he makes a face but doesn't say anything. I'm topless. Exposed. It's a button up shirt. He watches me slide my arms into the sleeves. "Slower" he says. "And leave it open." I obey.

Washed pt. one [MF, Voy]

It's late. Almost two in the morning. I'm not tired. As usual. I decide to go wash my car. It needs it, badly. It's really dark out so I just go in my pajamas. My black drawstring shorts, that just barely cover my butt, and a loose purple v-neck shirt. I throw on my flip flops and I leave.

It's hot and humid out. Sticky. I turn up the radio and put all my windows down. Feeling the wind all around me. The song on the radio is one of my favorites. It's a slower Rock song with a great beat. I would love to strip for someone to this song.

I pull into the car wash. There is only one other car in there but I don't see it's driver. I put it in park and go to get my change. I've found him. Standing there at the machine. He is incredibly handsome and burly. Almost everything I love in a man. Tall, dark features, great beard, but what i really notice is his arms, incredibly solid. He looks like he could pick me up above his head. The next things I notice are his hands. I can see how callused they are and I automatically imagine them all over me. Feeling his rough hands all over my bare skin and I can feel myself begin to blush.

Soccer Mom and a Bully [NTR,Huml,Voy]

Disclaimer: This is a netorare story, if you don't know what netorare is google it. It's like cuckolding but worse. It's about a mother having sex with her sons bully. Please don't complain about the fetish.

"Coach! Colin tripped me!" I whined, as usual the coach wasn't paying any attention to the game he was too busy looking at the soccer mom on the field, my mom.

"No I didn't I was trying to get the ball! he's just being a crybaby." Colin retorted, but it didn't matter either way, the coach was clearly uninterested in the event and was mainly just annoyed with the interruption of his gawking.

"Quit the belly-aching Jessie, sometimes your going to scrape a knee or bruise an elbow, it's sports son! man up!"

Emmy’s games (Part 2) [Msub, Fdom, anal, exh, huml, swing, voy]

This is a continuation on from the 'A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties' and the second part to 'Emmy's games'.

Previous series here: A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties

A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 2

A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 3

Emmy's games Part 1


“Well? Did Suzie help you fill the condom some more?” says the text from Emmy.

I had just pulled my trousers back on after being jerked off by Suzie into a condom, which I had filled for the second time today whilst wearing panties Emmy had instructed me to wear. The stockings Suzie helped me put on feel amazing underneath my jeans. I can feel their tight grip on my thighs and the fabric rub against the inside of my trousers when I move which is a constant reminder of their sexyness.

“Yes, fucking hell, Suzie is hot! And this condom is already filling up!” I text back to Emmy.