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Finding My Role as a Submissive Ch. 02
Okay, for those of you who read my last story—I've gotten some positive feedback and decided to compose a follow-up to detail how great our sexual relationship has become since I moved in here two years ago.
Dan and I have worked into a very comfortable situation of regular sex. To give examples of our typical sessions:
We often view sports at night in our living room. Several times per week, Dan will sit back in a chair or on the couch and drop his shorts. That is my signal to show up over and kneel between his legs—which I readily do. Dan often refers to me as "boy" or "slave" and I must call him "Sir" or "Master" whenever we are having sex.
I start by kissing and licking his balls while he wipes his semi challenging cock across my encounter. As Dan's cock hardens against my face, he makes me beg to suck it.
He'll call me a whore and consent me go down on his cock. And travel down on it I do! I literally feast upon his mean appreciate a starving man. It feels SO good to suck him.
Just like our first time, Dan takes it to the next level when he gives me the signal by placing his hands on my head. I realize to relax my throat because within a minute, his strong ha
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Bound and In Love Ch. 01
by Baby on Sep 26,
Gay Male
This is for all of my readers who have asked for Thomas and Michael&#;s story. Here it is *** Sweat dripped into his eyes and hands roamed on all parts of his body but he didn&#;t care. Michael ground his ass against the muscled man behind him and grinned widely as a Martini was placed in his hand from a pretty blonde woman. He tipped the drink to his lips
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Secret Desire
by BitterSweet43 on Aug 18,
Gay Male
He walks into the hotel and heads for the elevator. His insides trembling. His thoughts racing. She had called him and told him to be here today at exactly 4pm. She would not say what for. (though she did not have to). He knew she wanted to see him for a reason. The reasons did not matter. The only thing that mattered was that MISTRESS called him. As the
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A Blackout at the Movie turned me Gay Pt. 02
by jamtby on Oct 12,
Gay Male
Entering the room immediately caused my stomach to churn with excitement. Something about entering a place where strangers are in control and you antic
Becoming a Sub in College
It all started in College. I was just a freshman, so was he. I was a introverted , thin young boy who couldn't keep eye contact and for the desire of God, could never make friends. So, naturally, I was sitting alone on the first bench. The boring class went on and on and didn't show any signal of stopping, when suddenly out of nowhere, someone called out the Professor and asked a interrogate. Now, the question I don't remember, but I do remember that I knew I was going to be his from then on.
However, things don't always go to arrange and even though I knew what I wanted, I never had the courage to even see at him, much rather approach him. And how I could I as well? He was the most popular guy in class, surrounded by girls and guys alike everybody wanted to be his friend. And why wouldn't they? He was a tall, good looking, guy with just enough muscle and a lot of body hair. He was the alpha. So, as you know.. Months travel by and nothing happens. Until one day
The professor entered the class and told us that he was going to grip a presentation and that he would be pairing us with a random person from the class. The presentation would be taken individually but the two peo
Peter Goes Gay Sub for Daddy Ch. 01
Peter Becomes a Gay Sissy Sub for Daddy
Part 1 Peter's new life after divorce
My wife and I had divorced after just a year and a half, and I found myself living in a "bachelor pad" apartment in Manhattan—a real "box in the sky" just north of the financial district. The building was adults only (mostly singles and a few couples), with amenities designed for single life: enclosed rooftop pool with a retractable roof and a bar, optional chef, maid, and laundry service, a small but well-appointed gym, and a full-service spa.
My marriage—if we could call it that—collapsed, after the sixth time I caught my wife, Marsha, cheating on me; the sixth time I caught her, but probably not the only times she cheated. The first occasion was, remarkably, on our honeymoon—yeah, I know shudda been a clue, right? But Marsha had a way about her that made me accept the unimaginable as ordinary.
She had it all, a gorgeous body, a face to die for, and super rich, besides. She was 35 when we met—eight years older than me, but way out of my league. I still don't understand why she married me in the first place. I suspect she wasn't as in love with me as she claime
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