The master's cabin

The Master's Cabin, Pt 1 My slave, you can see out the window from your place on the St Andrew's cross you're lashed tightly to. Your arms reaching upward, spread wide, legs parted wide, wrists[…]

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Just a blowjob..

In the middle of the night, while summer air coming from the window tickled his thick skin, Jeff was lying on a couch, smoking his third or fourth cigarette. He was only with his black[…]

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Robert

Robert By Gail Holmes Guys in the town couldn’t for the life of them see as to what the attraction was. If anything he was just a computer boffin. Just how he came to be[…]

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Day on the water

Draped across one of the cushioned seats on deck. A tiny bikini protects the bare minimum from the sun. Her eyes closed. Her body completely relaxed. Her head propped on one of her arms. One[…]

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The window

After my wife and I divorced the first thing I did after the ink on the divorce papers dried was to move back to the city. I was originally from the city and I had[…]

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Don't change – chapter 2

Author’s note: Fiction – Noun – 1. The class of literature the class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, especially in prose form. 2. works of this class, as novels or short stories: detective[…]

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