"Sometimes danger can be a turn on"
Lydia sat on the couch a bowl of overly buttered cancerous looking popcorn placed in front of her.Her favourite show was about to air. She sat tensely, her body filled with the excitement of someone who was ready to ride a...
You cultivated me to perfectionbut the only sin was that you sought something with no true agency,for my own good, of course,it wasn't entirely your fault,to graze against the almost violentelectric thrill of pure youth.I understood this ache to be needed.I...
I still remember the first time I felt her warm breath against my skin; it's soft bait sent shivers cascading down my spine. Since that very first time I have been trying to find that feeling again, longing for it, starved...
"Things escalate quickly when my obsession is thrown in my face."
John's Story===It was a dangerous obsession, to be sure.I have always had a fascination with breasts, maybe starting even before I found my first adult magazine as a teenager. The seemingly endless variety has always drawn my attention. There is...
"Things escalate quickly when my obsession is thrown in my face"
Tina's Story===It was a dangerous obsession, one that I couldn't ignore.I remember the thrill of the first time I held a hard cock in my hands and pressed my lips to its heated skin. I wouldn't call myself a cock...
"Things escalate quickly when our obsessions explode. Of course there are consequences."
Tina's Revelation===His body stiffened up as he gasped, "What?"I sat back so I could see his reaction. He was truly shocked by my question."Someone is manipulating files on the network to pull funds out of the company," I explained. "It's...
"You never know who is watching"
It was in that moment when you smiled,Which had caught my attention,Your light and the way you shined,Had me craving, like an addiction.Though I knew you belonged to another,It wouldn’t be long before you will be,In my arms filling my...
"A dark tale of jealousy & obsession. Departing childhood friend leaves something to remember him by"
Johnny Preston and I had been best friends ever since we were four years old and his family moved into the house next to ours in the Dorset seaside village in which we lived. Though quite picturesque, it wasn’t one...
