The following is a fantasy of how I imagined a first meeting would be with an e-mail/chat friend named Lisa, who was also a submissive, like myself. We often talked about getting together with her husband who was a Dom. Lisa wanted me to have my first bi experience with her and her husband. We would arrange to meet at a convenient neutral location somewhere half way in the middle of Michigan and NY, maybe in Ontario some place. We’d meet for dinner, just to get acquainted then go back to a hotel room for the long awaited night of fantasy fulfillment. (more…)

A lazy sunny Sunday in July, out in the beyond, the middle of nowhere, the middle of Iowa actually. Peggy Sanford and I saw a tumbled down house, a wood frame ruin flaunting its lack of paint, filled with shattered windows and fronted by a seriously sagging, broken down porch. Abandoned, surrounded by out of control weeds, large bald spots of ground surrounded by a few tufts of hardy grass, it looked to be a farmer’s place gone bust, a repository of some family’s memories and not much more.

Actually, I saw the place while driving the rental car, a yellow Mustang convertible, its white top down. Peggy, her face buried in my lap, sucking my cock; saw nothing but the fabric of my Chinos, the open yawning in the front of my pants. (more…)

“[This story is a stand alone read, but it is part three of a trilogy. This story is also an unadulterated attempt to tickle male fantasies, and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. All locations, events, and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]”

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I hope you remember me, Patty Jenkins, freshman softball player at State University. I sat on the bench until I hit the winning two run homer in the last inning with two outs and a count of three balls and two strikes. This was at the end of only my second freshman game as a last minute, pinch hitter. The nine first stringers “baptized” me as an official Puma team member in a memorable way in the showers after that game. Then, on my way out of the gym to go home, Coach O’Leary offered me a proposition I couldn’t refuse. (more…)