“I can take anything that you can dish out.” I drunkenly and mistakenly blurted out to my wife. “We’ll see, we’ll see.” She repeated with a knowing smile on her face. Skip to twenty-four hours later and my lovely wife is leading me into the bedroom. First things first she has me strip completely naked. She covers my eyes with a leather blindfold and jams a pair of her panties into my mouth. ...
Bill came home to find his wife dressed up “fit to kill.” She was all in black and it had all come from Victoria’s secret, except the shoes. Her lacy push up bra moved her spectacular chest up and out, putting her size C breasts on display. The waist cinch took her already small waist in a bit further and accentuated the curve of her hips. Black silken stockings attached to garters on the cinch and highlighted her long, slender legs, made even longer by the black patent five inch high heels that graced her feet. The thong at her crotch barely covered anything. ...
Chapter 1 I recently took a vacation to a town where a friend of mine lives due to some work related stuff. I haven’t seen my friend for almost two year’s and I looked forward to seeing her. We had always been close to each other and had a special friendship, which allowed us to be there for each other without getting lost in the throws of a relationship. She had moved away and we had always kept in touch with each other, a call every month was always welcomed and we understood that when we got together, it was like we had never been apart. I would always call her first whenever anything important was facing my life. I always appreciated her views and opinions and considered her my mentor in many ways. ...
“Can I bury you?” Asked Jim. “Bury me? Why? Shouldn’t I be dead first?” Mary shot back, looking a little confused. He laughed. “no, not all the way, just up to your neck, it could be a lot of fun.” She looked at him like he was crazy. She then replied. “Do you mean like in that movie the other night, like in “CreepShow”? “Because it didn’t look like they were having a whole lot of fun in the movie” ...
The snooty doorman gave me a dirty look, but he let me in anyway. He had to. He knew me from the other times that I had visited the building. And he knew that my friend Nikki was a registered tenant and would allow me in. But he didn’t like letting people like me, in my old, wet biker leathers, into his posh apartment block. Nikki’s dad had bought a bachelor flat as an investment in the new London financial district, and he was holding it while the market was in a slump. Nikki meanwhile could live in it while she studied sculpture at St. Martin’s College. It had become the hang-out of choice for our group of friends. ...
She made one more glance to her right as she slipped the lock kit from the pouch on her belt, her large case sitting beside her on the rough concrete stairs. In short order she bested the old pin tumbler lock and gained entry to the modest yet well maintained home. She had to be careful as the streets were filled with carnivale’ revelers. Most eyes on her were sufficiently intoxicated, a reassuring thought. Though the house was situated a bit off from the main festival there was still plenty of foot traffic. ...
“POP!” Mandy was off with the sound of the starting gun! After a short sprint, Mandy glanced quickly over her shoulder. Marty was still waiting at the blue line. How about that? Maybe this race was going to be fair after all. And if it was a fair race, Mandy knew she had a chance to win. 10K - ten kilometers, cross country. And in this case it was really across country. Coach Roberts had dropped both runners off about six miles from the school track finish line. ...
Author's Note: I’m not gay, I just have a lot of fantasies, so here is my second story. Let me know if you like it or not by leaving constructive comments. [Editor’s Note: I attempted to edit this story without destroying crazymike’s style of writting or use of language. The text differs only slightly from the original posted on 7/5/12, but has been formatted and edited for your reading enjoyment. -mrhungry ] ...
Author's Note: My first try at writing a story. Part 1 It all started out like any other Saturday, I was just sitting at the table having my coffee and pondering about my whole life and my wife, who I miss very much. She got sick and passed away almost 2 years ago. I think about how we used to enjoy light vanilla bondage, where we would take turns restraining each other and just doing whatever we felt like to each other while they were helplessly bound . We would do mostly long tease and denial sessions, and forced orgasms, we weren’t into anything painful or weird. I am only 52 and have not really started dating much again yet. I guess I just haven’t found the right woman yet. Sitting there thinking about this was making me horny so I decided that today would be a good day for a self-bondage session. I found a few sites on the internet about self-bondage where I could make up different ways to secure myself with a delayed action release. Most of the time I would also find a way to have something setup to give me a long teasing that I have no way of controlling. ...
While on my way home from work I thought about my next bondage outing. It was just after midnight and all my neighbours should be in for the night. I live in a small apartment building with a garage in the basement. In the past I have put myself in bondage down in the garage and been forced to make my way up to my apartment for release. Tonight I would make things a little more exciting by putting the keys up on the fourth floor; I live on the second floor. ...