Wednesday, July 18, 2018

The Ex

So you're sure you want me to tell you about my ex-boyfriend again?

Well, I guess you could say it was the best sex I ever had.

I mean, that cock...fuck...that cock.

Plus, well, he had this one friend who, well...he was something.

Secured for Travel

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

This isn't what it looks like

"Oh god, honey,'re home early...I...this isn't what it looks like," your wife says.

" mean it isn't three guys about to fuck you?" you ask, stunned.

"No, I mean...not three guys...they...two of the guys are running late and...well it's supposed to be five guys fucking me...which it will...when they get here."

"F...five?" you said stunned, "but..."

"Listen, why don't you go down and wait for the other two guys and be a dear and show them the way up when they get here."

Monday, June 11, 2018

New Book

So I wrote a new book. This one is a bit different as the protagonists are both males.

A strong, dominant older man.

A weak, submissive, reluctant sissy.

The premise is that a college student gets an internship over the summer and, having little money, his professor arranges for him to live with an older man who agrees to put him up for the summer.

Well, his luggage gets lost, the older man suggest he 'borrow' some female clothes and, well, things go from there.

I'll post some links when it's live.

Friday, June 8, 2018

The Day

She's sitting in the corner when you come home, legs crossed; her dress is on the floor, she's just in lingerie.

"Did he...did you...?" you start to ask, stop, unable to say the words.

She looks at you, face set, impassive. Finally she uncrosses her legs, puts one foot up on a table, points to the crotch of her panties. "Come here," she says tone strong.

"Honey, I..." you start to say, stop when you see the hard lines of her face, know the day has come, the day when fantasy becomes reality.

Some things were just meant to be under lock and key

Wednesday, June 6, 2018


A blouse so soft, so feminine, so pink. 

The perfect thing for a sissy to wear when she's around her wife's lover.

To remind her, to remind him, there is only one man the wife's life.


Dru asked, "Do you want her to start again later?"

Dru, part of me says no, part of me says it was a risk, especially with him. There is always the risk of a wife getting too close to her lover.

But part of me, a bigger part of me, says yes, yes, yes. Especially the beginning, the teasing, the flirting, the thrill of a new man.

Part of me loves the submission, the strength of a man, the comfort of a man taking charge in our marriage.

Saturday, June 2, 2018


"You're swelling again, sweetie," she whispered in my ear as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, driving her dildo in and out of me.

"I...I can't help it," I said, "it..."

"Feels good?" she asked, triumph in her voice. "I told you, didn't I? But that doesn't mean you're allowed to break the rules."

"I...I'm trying not to," I defended myself, "it just..."

"Has a mind of its own?" she asked with a thrust. "Don't worry, love, we'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Please," I begged, "I'll behave. don't have to lock it."

"Oh, but I do, lover, I do...I do..."

Thursday, May 31, 2018

Ever wonder why no women wants that thing?


Just because she gave you a break from the chastity cage doesn't mean you're going to get to touch yourself.


"Sweetie, I'm having trouble with this last garter," she called to her husband, "can you come over here and help me? I really need to finish getting dressed, he's going to be here any minute."

"Yes, yes Ma'am," you said softly, coming into the room, kneeling behind her, and fingers trembling, attaching her garter strap to her stockings. Done, you looked up, saw her looking over her shoulder at you.

"You're jealous," she she softly, half question, half statement.

" look so pretty," you blurted out, your conflicted emotions tangling the words in your mind. Of course you were jealous, your wife was dressing to go to dinner with someone else, a man she knew from work, a client, in town for the weekend.

"That's what a man like him expects, sweetie," she said.

"I...I just...I don't know..."

"Don't you?" she asked, glancing down between your legs.

"He...are you...?"

"We might," she said, "if he likes what he sees."

She made sure he'd like what he saw, made sure nothing was left to chance. He knew she was married, but your wife was making it clear she was available, that she was his for the asking.

For the taking.

Sunday, May 20, 2018


I have a recurring fantasy about her blindfolded, sucking the cock of someone we know, left to wonder the rest of her days, every time she sees a man, was he the one. Left to ponder, every time a man smiles at her, whether he's just being friendly or remembering her wet mouth wrapped around his cock.

And I have a recurring fantasy of her making me do the same.

Friday, May 18, 2018

She said it's one of the things she misses the most about him.


"So I was thinking, if we're going to try to get pregnant by insemination and all we need is the fluid, not only don't you need to be inside me, there's really no reason you need to be erect, is there? I mean, could we do it without unlocking you? At least try the first month or two?"