Baby boy Stories

The gym was a blur of activity, the rhythmic thud of weights and the hum of conversation filling the air. Danielle, a woman in her early forties with curves that could stop traffic, stepped out of the pilates studio, her muscles warm and supple from the workout. She wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, her sports bra and yoga pants clinging to her body like a second skin. Her 36DDD breasts bounced gent...

Neil’s breath quickened as Ms. Danielle’s fingers trailed down his chest, her touch sending shivers through his body. He could feel the heat of her skin against his, the intoxicating scent of her perfume mingling with the natural aroma of her arousal. Her eyes locked onto his, a mixture of dominance and desire that made him weak in the knees. “You’ve been such a naughty boy, haven’t you?” she whispered, her voice low and...

Male’s P.O.V~ The lights were turned off. I was unable to see anything when I stepped inside her apartment, but her voice directed me to her bedroom and then to her bed. I hesitantly sat down, waiting for what was to come next, when I suddenly felt her arms sliding from my shoulders to my abdomen. “What are you doing, babe?” I stuttered as she whispered right into my ear, flinching my well-being, “Mistress. What are you...

After a warm bath, she decided to take a breath of tranquil air. To sit in front of the buzzing television and drink a coffee. It was five minutes into the show when he appeared before her, naked, astounding her. His face was similar to the red on her nails, his skin glistening in the warm light, alarming her into full attention. Her eyes thrilled and her body was excited. His nervous eyes met her bold eyes for a second a...

Once we are settled again in the rocking chair and you start to hear my deep moans in response to your caressing my slit, from which the juices are flowing now, you continue telling me your story. I had no idea how long I was to sit there with my nose pressed against the wall as she had not given me a set time. It seemed like forever. My ass was twitching from the spanking, and I was not allowed to rub myself after a span...

I was still feeling so guilty about my bad behavior, the writing of the crappy cover letters to ruin my chances of being considered for the positions to which I applied.  One was for a job that I might have really wanted to get.   When you tell me my timeout is over as you go to fix dinner, I go to my desk and pull up the five bad letters and correct them to be something showing my competence and experience for someone to...