Sex in the Sky

Andy’s body is marked as Josh’s property.

Wow, what a day I was having. All I wanted to do on my first day of my vacation was to relax on the beach and get a little suntan. When I decided that I needed to update my bathing suit, my plans and my situation changed dramatically. When Josh at the surf shop got me to wear a tiny string bikini and then proceeded to shave off all of the hair on my body, I lost control of me. The afternoon consisted of Josh introducing me to his friends and then my initiation into their beach club.

Before I met Josh, I had never even had any man, other than the guys in the shower room at the gym see me naked. Now after going through their two phases of initiation into their club, I was fucked in the ass and had to deep throat all of the members in the club. Now Josh had ordered me to dress and get in his car so that he could clean me up for his friend Jake.

Angel and Eko teach and love one another.

“Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can’t live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world.

If you choose to get into the real world scene, do your research, make sure you have safewords and stay completely safe, sane, and consensual. The D/s world can be a wonderful thing when enjoyed safely, as kinks or as a lifestyle. That said, if none of the above bothers you, enjoy the fourth installment of “Slave to Love”.”

A Halloween Story… better late than never.

“There was a time when you believed in Magic,” Lenore said quietly, all the while staring at me with those weird, gold cat’s eyes of hers. “Believed in the land of the Summer people.”

I hated it when she sprang that old soul shit on me. Not only was it creepy as hell, but the last thing I needed was to have to worry about past lives. I was having a bitch of a time just dealing with the one I was in, thank you very much. But I knew better than to argue with her.

“Okay whatever, there was a time when I believed in Santa Claus, too, and that passed.”

Seamus shares his feelings and gets an unwanted handjob.

“WARNING: the end of this chapter contains sexual harassment/abuse. Sometimes, the worst part of this abuse is the unwanted sexual response that the perpetrator arouses in his victim. This storyline is not intended to offend.

Author’s notes: when I originally wrote this plot, I never intended to pad the story out with so much emotion, but I think it’s needed to make the characters realistic. I worry that it’s too much, and I’m trying to be concise. Anyway, I thought I’d better split this from Chapter four, since it is a new phase, darker with more angst. (Also being bipolar and depressed at the moment, my writing has darkened and lost a lot, which is a shame, so I may leave off for a while after this segment). And thanks to everyone who has sent me feedback, it’s great to hear what you think.”

Young man discovers something new in Amsterdam.

His name was Roland and he was from Jamaica. I’m guessing he was about 30. He had deep ochre skin, eyes that were almost black, closely-cropped hair, and was tall, lean and very graceful. At one point in his life he’d been a dancer, but was now a set designer for one of the larger theater companies in Amsterdam. He was just a little bit effeminate, and overtly gay.

I’d come to Europe for the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college. I’d gotten to Amsterdam in week two of my grand tour and got stuck there—stuck because I was having too much fun. Somehow I landed in a small hotel in the high-class Red Light District.

Never, never let a trucker take you into his cab.

“My truck’s just over here,” the trucker said. He led me over to a huge semi with a large cabin behind the driving compartment. He opened the door to this cabin, and I saw that there was a short-lengthened twin-sized bed in it along with some shelves, a compact john, and a small refrigerator and cooking unit. The bed was covered with pillows and there were shiny hold bars on the cabin wall at either end of the bed.

“There, stretch yourself up on those pillows and get comfortable,” he said in a friendly voice. I laid down, with my legs sort of dangling off to the side, and he pulled off my shorts and briefs and knelt between my legs. I tensed up as he gently took me by the balls and the root of my cock with his mouth and ran his tongue over and around my cock helmet. I could see him tracing a thick vein running up the side of my cock with his tongue.

Handsome Ricky gives into his bisexual longings.

Allison stroked firmly up and down Ricky’s cock, jacking him to a quite pleasurable hard on. His luscious naked body twitched at the attention his cock was receiving, his tight stomach was taut and flat and his charming chest glistened in the late afternoon light. Allison was wearing only a thin pair of simple string bikini panties and her shapely hips accented her own tiny waist and velvety, firm stomach while her lovely, well-rounded titties jiggled a bit as she tugged on Ricky’s cock. The tanned, blonde couple seemed out of place in the sometimes-dreary confines of an old apartment deep in Boston, like they should be on the beach out in California.

While he’s asleep, Tim receives a blowjob from Dave.

“This is a continuation of my last FICTIONAL story, “Oral Sex while Sleeping,” where Tim receives a blow job while he is sleeping from me (Dave.) You may remember that Tim has insomnia and his doctor prescribed a very powerful sleeping pill that he must take every night. Once he is asleep, he is out like a light until the next morning. While he is sleeping, I come into his room, open Tim’s silky boxer shorts, stroke and suck his cock until he cum’s in my mouth. This was the first time that I have ever had male to male sex and I found that I love it, and can’t wait to do it again.”

A married man is coaxed into a gay threesome.

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Around the living room, Cole raked his irises of honey-brown. Never had he seen so many matched items and polished surfaces. No wonder Rick wanted his other property painted pronto—to pay for the goodies of this house with the rent income of that apartment.

“Would you look at that screen?” Rick said. He sat up on his black loveseat of leather. “Our first baseman is switch-hitting.”

Tod’s soft-spoken voice sounded abruptly curt. “Don’t start with that.”

“What,” Rick uttered.

Eric has a night out.

I”m being trained for something, but I don”t know what it is. This occurred to me this evening, once I”d slept off what I did last night and had a chance to think. I don”t doubt that Zeph enjoys watching me fuck and suck, and get fucked. It”s just that these sessions have taken on an instructive air, ever since that night with Henry. “You take to power well,” Zeph had said after I”d made that bastard suck my dick, and I have to admit it did feel pretty good to watch him crawl on his hands and knees in front of me.