Gentleman's Special Facial

Author's Note: This was inspired by a recent spa visit. I was fantasizing on the table and worried that the woman giving me an actual facial would notice! Then I thought about Google glass and the story “came” together. Part I - The Introduction to a New Life Recently, my job had been very stressful. I don’t really like what I do and I don’t like where I work. I found myself becoming more moody and not wanting to be intimate with my wife. And when we were intimate, I was often the dominant and aggressive one. We are both switches, though we try to keep a balance. I know my wife likes it rough, and I know she also likes to top me and fuck me in the bottom with her strap-on. She often jokes that if I am not careful, she will make me her house slave. All of this was far from my mind as I fucked her hard from behind one night, pulled out, rolled her over, then came all over her face, something that I know she merely tolerates for my sake. She scooted back up the bed wiping the spooge from her face and said, “What the FUCK! That is the third time this month that you have come on my face and you pulled out right before I was about to orgasm! You should feel what it is like to be frustrated then have someone shoot all over your face!” I gave her a half-hearted apology, though I admitted to myself that I sometimes enjoyed pissing her off as it make me aroused. She appeared to accept it, though I learned later how wrong I had been. ...

Terminal Bliss

This story was submitted for the 2010 Winter Fetish Contest. Please be sure to rate read and rate each story. When you’re finished, visit our sponsor by clicking the banner above. (They have lots of cool stuff!). Author's Note: A story written some time ago (A camera with film!) that I found recently and still enjoy. “I can’t believe I agreed to wear this,” you say to yourself. The skirt is short, barely covering the curve of your bottom. You feel the thong pressing between your legs, never letting you forget it is there. The halter top, the bolero jacket. All do their jobs–barely. The heels are the last element of the outfit–high, curving your legs deliciously. ...

Toilet Training

Part 1: Day One Our week starts on a Sunday afternoon. My wife is out of town for 10 days, out of the country even, and I have arranged with you to grant you control over me for seven days, inclusive, from Sunday 3 pm to Sunday 3 pm. We meet that afternoon and we visit the same airport hotel where we had played last. The scent of your incense masking the smell of decay in the room, I remove my clothes so you can inspect me and make sure I have followed your instructions. My public hair was gone–not merely shaven but waxed off smooth, nothing to be seen on my cock or scrotum. ...