The Lawyer’s queen-size bed is just big enough for a classic spread-eagle. He uses ties, men’s ties, with the tie knots and all. Windsors, I think. One time he had an aluminum rod to my thighs, and I broke the one on my right ankle. I wasn’t crying then, but I remember […]
It all started because I couldn’t wait for him to get off the computer. My attempts to distract him from a standing position weren’t working, so I slid down between his legs and knelt there, nibbling playfully at his cock through the jeans. He made a low growl in his throat and leaned down […]
…brought to you by my campaign to clear my draft folder. If it ever empties, I may have to either a) have more sex, or b) start writing fiction.
There was a knock on the door, and I jumped up from the desk to answer it.
He was early. In my eagerness to […]
I’m late.
I hate to be late, and I fidget the whole way downtown on the train to Bryant Park. It’s always when you’re in a hurry that your Metrocard turns out to be expired, and some homeless guy tries to sell you $12 on a card he found in the trash, and then you […]
