Bound Ch. 02
You lay spread on our bed and test your restraints. You know from experience that the cuffs are secure around your wrists and ankles but […]
You lay spread on our bed and test your restraints. You know from experience that the cuffs are secure around your wrists and ankles but […]
Cab fucking. Toilet fucking. Doorway fucking. Any fucking, as long as it isn’t lying down. This woman, this girl, she was horny as hell. I […]
Author’s note: This story includes dialogue sent over text. {This is text sent from a woman} [This is text sent from a man] Special thanks […]
My name is Manuel Vasquez Johnson. A big and tall young man of Black and Spanish descent living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. I […]
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He had taken an early morning train, because he wanted to get to the city early enough to make a quick visit to the art […]
Was this really the same Lily that David had shared so much with online? Could it be the same one? He had to act fast, […]
The decision to go upstairs was spontaneous. I locked the cash drawer as I always did before going on a break, clocked out, and told […]
After moving into the new house, I discovered all sorts of small projects to address. The first, and most annoying, was the steady drip of […]
“Is this seat taken?” I asked, stopping by the empty seat near the back of the bus. I didn’t think it was but it couldn’t […]