“My husband hasn’t been able to have sex since his surgery.” I looked up at Amy over my plate of moo goo gai pan. Around a mouthful of rice and chicken, my response wasn’t too suave. “Huh?” “Since the hernia operation, Mike hasn’t been able to thrust without a lot of pain.” “That was, what?, six months ago,” I said. “You haven’t had sex…. since then?” Amy looked at me with a wry look. “You know why we’re friends? Because nothing gets by you.” ...
I got a call that someone needed a boxer for a few rounds of fighting with this up and coming mixed martial artist. Apparently he was taking on a fighter with strong boxing and needed someone to practice with. I’d done a couple semi-pro fights, but then I’d broken my collarbone and by the time I’d healed, I had bills to pay and boxing wasn’t doing it anymore. But I’d step into the ring for $100 to help a fellow out. Especially since I was between jobs. ...
The doctor’s office called and said they could fit me in for my physical that day. I thought nothing of it until the nurse told me to strip and that the doctor would be in to see me in a moment. I was locked in a chastity device. I was a chastity devotee, loved wearing cock-locking toys, loved being forced to wear them, and in between relationships, as I was then, I hired an on-line keyholder to administer my chastity. I had an emergency key, but it was at home. I was so used to wearing the chastity device, suffering the pain of denied erections, that I’d left the house without even thinking. ...
To the two hundred guests, our friends and family, the wedding looked like any other. Well, perhaps a little nicer than most. I came from money, and the venue was our family home in Vermont on the five thousand acres of forested hills. The June weather had cooperated and the backyard was beautifully done. The bridesmaids were in emerald, full-length dresses, the groomsmen in morning coats. The backyard’s old gazebo had been rebuilt and repainted. It was quite lovely. ...