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...

PART 1 _________________ FEMALE’S P.O.V~ It was the coolest time of the winter; the breeze was as frosty as it could be. And I did not wish to leave my apartment in such weather, plus I also had my assignment due. I had planned to complete it in under a week without any disturbance, but I assumed my lovely boyfriend had a different plan. After knocking on the door, I was eagerly waiting outside his door, hindered after hi...

Luke was sitting in class, totally spaced out. How could he possibly listen to what his professor was saying when he was stressing out from having to go and meet Frank Goodwin in his home in less than two hours? Not to mention, it was taking all his willpower to block out the thoughts creeping into his head. Last night, he jerked off to the memory of Frank's assistant walking in on himself bent over the desk, getting plow...

Part 2: The Mezzanine In a normal theater, the mezzanine can be one of two things. One can be found in a grand opera house with multiple levels of seating and rococo interior. There, the mezzanine is the balcony sandwiched between the first and third levels. Often fancy people in fancy dress visit the opera with monocle in hand to listen to sweet notes of music in German or French. The other mezzanine refers to the front...

He’s here again. Fourth week in a row. As if getting up before ten on a Sunday morning for father-enforced exercise with my sister and her friend wasn’t bad enough, and he’s making the already tedious outing at the council pool near unbearable. Going to university should mean I escape compulsory sport and everything to do with it, not that it gets moved to my summer holidays. Eyes down! Crap. Too late; things are already...

Conrad clicked the lighter shut as he took a long drag of his fifth cigarette of the day. “Are you sure you want to do this? Like really sure?” “They don’t call it a calling for nothing, North.” Conrad North and Peter Kjellsson were sitting outside this fifties-themed diner, having just finished their burgers, and Peter was slowly slurping his shake, as his best friend since fifth grade chain-smoked as he had at any avail...

It’s hard to laugh with a mouth full of cock, but I couldn’t help it when hearing the announcement, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are starting our descent...” just as my lips started their descent onto Adam’s dick. The rest of the announcement was irrelevant. I couldn’t remember if I’d left my seat vertical when I followed him to the rear toilet — my only backward glance a guilty one up the aisle for the return of my travelli...

When I told hubby that I’d finally landed a speaking role, he was delighted. He told all his mates I was going to be a star. When the script arrived, he said he’d help me rehearse the lines.  How nice. His face changed when I started reading. “Oh baby, you are so big, let me suck it.” “That’s it baby, take any hole. Spit-roast me with your friend, take me anyway you want."   “Yes baby, yes. That feels so good. Cum on my t...

I sit in Dylan Rey’s hair salon on Tunbridge Wells High Street and stare at my new little black bob. I worried it wouldn’t suit my face, that I wouldn’t be able to manage the upkeep, and that at thirty-six I was too old. Scariest of all, if I didn’t have long hair would I look blokey – the perennial risk for a transgender woman? But it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. A chunky, straight fringe hangs from a smal...

  “Hey, Alison, suck my cock! How’re you doing?” said Rob, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her spit-covered face peeping out from under Claire’s ass. “Shit, Rob, I wasn’t expecting you. But… come in…” said Alison uncertainly, not really knowing what else to do. “Claire, Brad: this is Rob – Rob: Claire and Brad.” “Suck my cock, Claire,” said Rob politely. “Fuck a bitch, Brad.” “M’ pussy,” muttered Claire. “Bitch,” gru...

Her lip caught his attention first. The perfect fullness caught between her teeth, pink and soft. He was supposed to be sleeping, needed to be. There was a meeting in the morning he needed to be sharp for, but here he was, lingering awake, thinking about this girl who seemed to have taken over his mind. Those lips. So soft, so wet. And then he realized it wasn’t just a sexy lip biting picture she had sent. He blinked. The...