The Better Man, Chapter 6

"Jack learns his place (with some help from Mona) and learns that he loves it!"

I drove while they canoodled in the back seat. I could hear Anna slurping on Mason’s cock. When I parked the car, they straightened their clothes and hurried into the house ahead of me and went straight to the bedroom.I...

The Enveloping Requirement: Part 5

"Christopher Robertson lands himself in further bother during his disciplinary weekend with his boss lady, at her pristine home."

The lights had been out in Miss Lexington’s bedroom for around ten minutes. Chris had been lying awake, thinking over the last day and a half, here at Miss Lexington's immaculate home. He wanted to know, what was it about...

The Enveloping Requirement: Part 4

"A day and a half into his disciplinary with his older, female boss at her pristine home, Christopher Robertson is going to find it getting a little warmer as he inquires about her methods."

Back in the bedroom with the door closed, the female opera music was playing louder than usual. Miss Lexington was pouring the champagne into the two glasses. She handed one to Chris and told him to sip and swirl it...

The Enveloping Requirement: Part 2

"After being summoned to attend his older, female boss’ home, Christopher Robertson has found himself in a disciplinary procedure that is most unusual."

Walking up the stairs, Chris followed as Miss Lexington led the way, returning to the pristine, main bedroom. The room was lit, with ambient light from lamps in each corner of the room with brighter, warm-white LEDs above the headboard...

Four Years

"After four years together, a young man must say goodbye to his college admissions officer."

Six in the morning—such was my body clock. Four hours earlier, I was grateful that Marc had turned down my offer to suck him hard yet again. Seconds before that, for the third time that long night, his voluminous fluids...

Le Weekend – I

"Six different people, one weekend, and by Sunday, there will only be one outcome."

“Hello, Antoine.” Breathless and barely a whisper, Brigitte perched on his desk.The rasp of the keyboard did not waver.Easing forward, displaying her tanned cleavage, she toyed with a lock of her chestnut hair. He paused, peered at his handwritten notes,...