"Some boys just need pointers... whether they realize and want it or not."
Sitting in his rattan chair, David was lazily scrolling through a comic book, chill music droning from his Telefunken ghettoblaster that predated himself by easily a decade (as the 'made in West Germany' label testified). These moments of careless idling...
"...because punk rock, that's why!"
Ed blindly twisted the tuning peg of his bass’ E-string, thanking the audience for their support. He adjusted his cheap Mediterranean marketplace rip-off Ray-Bans and threw the guitarist—the Diva—an approving glance.As always on stage, he reminded himself why he, a...
"Tied to the bed, he gets to watch."
Carefully, I knot the silken blindfold behind your head. Sitting on your lap, I sit upright to overlook my preparations: your hands cuffed to the bedposts, arms open wide, the delicate fabric covering your primary sensory organ, the broad shoulders...
"His wife makes him face his skeletons in the closet."
At last, the ball gag was removed, leaving a rubbery feeling in Mark’s cheeks and teeth. The invasive sensation in his mouth was gone although it hadn’t hurt half as much as the butt plug being forcefully inserted into his...
"At the crack of dawn, so it begins..."
A soft, delicate poutexploring the contoursof the topological landscape.Once meticulously mapped,tender lips tiptoeing alongthe lush valley carved betweentwin mounts on the way to meettheir yearning counterparts.Hands now taking o’er the reconnaissanceaforesaid vent’rous mushy rim of fleshhave relinquished,distracted by alluring callsresembling...
Do you know those moments when your entire being is pushing you to test the boundaries, chase the excitement, explore these uncharted waters of unprecedented thrill? Let me just tell you that I have an innate talent of, sometimes deliberately,...