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Dennis and Polly on Parade

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Dennis felt the leash tug. He had slowed to look out the window as they continued. Stars passed by at a near palpable speed. "This isn't right," he whispered. One of the dobermans growled at him as it watched over its shoulder. "Silence!" The goddess reminded him. She reached into her long black coat and pressed something. Dennis almost collapsed from the shock rocketing through him. He doubled over but was able to keep walking. It took a second before he realized it had come from the ring on his cock that was leashed to the goddess' hand. He straightened back up and his gaze returned to the starlight streaking past. The remainder of the walk was in silence. Still flanked by the two dobermans, she led to another door. She stopped and [Read more...]

Dennis and Polly in the Cell

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"Help?? Polly?" Dennis woke on his cot. The cot was more comfortable than the metallic floor of the cell. Except for the blanket over top of him, he was naked. Turning to the wall behind him, he used his thumb to scratch a diagonal slash through four upright lines he had put there on previous mornings. A quick count of the sets of five and he estimated thirty days in the cell. Being the only light came from a single bright white ceiling tile that never turned off, it was a best guess. The only other gauge he had was the loud roar followed by the floor vibrating that seemed to happen once per day. The vibrations would help him fall asleep and it was now his habit to lay down when it happened. He stood and padded over to the small toilet [Read more...]

Gray’s Best Tan Ever

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"This is awesome." Gray whistled as he walked along the beach. His bare chest glistened with oil, and the long navy blue bathing shorts almost down to his knees. His feet were sockless and covered with black flip flops sloshing beneath him. The waves splashed at the rockdy beach like a tongue playing with genitals with the Sun in attendance over head.  A few small boats passed off in the distance. Gray smiled at the blonde walking along the path the other way. "How you doing?" Her quizzical look returned to him as she pulled her coat around her and pushed white breath from between her thin lips. As soon as she stopped looking, Gray allowed himself to shiver. Goosebumps made his legs rub together like sandpaper. "Damn, I look good," he [Read more...]

Dennis and Polly in Captivity

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"Pork chops!" Polly blinked. Dennis said it again, "Pork chops! Would you like a pork chop?" Polly wagged his nub of a tail in agreement. "Yeah, I figured you would like that." Dennis wiped his hands on the fropnt of his white apron. "I'm a master with the Foreman!" Polly wagged more agreement. Polly three pork chops out of the package, he lay them on a plate. He took the plate over to the Foreman Grill perched on top of the microwave and lay the three pieces of meat on it and closed it. He picked up his beer and wandered into the living room. Dennis was average height and a little overweight, but carried it so most would not notice. His hair was mostly gray on both his head and beard. "That's why we like you, Mulder. You're ideas [Read more...]

Turn About and the Brain

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"This can't be happening." Cliff could only hear his own voice echoing in his head as the music bleated out any other sound. Currently the DJ was sharing a golden oldie of GnR welcoming people to the jungle at full volume. The strobes showed people bumping and grinding on the dance floor. He had expected they would get back to the hotel by now, but Mrs. Philips, Shannon, wanted to play. She had suggested this retro club after dinner. They had a drink, they danced and they laughed at the memories the music brought back. Now, Cliff stood with his back rigid against the wall and behind some booths. His red sweater flashing with the strobe, he looked down at Shannon, on her knees and with his erection in her mouth. She seemed oblivious [Read more...]

Live Free or Turn About

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"Mr. Street is here." She sat alone in the office after the admin closed the door. She allowed herself to breathe again, before brushing blonde bangs out of her eyes. Her pageboy cut swung just over top of her shoulders. She stood and straightened her black jacket over white blouse and ran her hand over the front of her black skirt. Her desk was a dark mahogany, with a large matching wall unit behind it. Three grey walls had the usual drab motivational posters, and the fourth had a window showing the snow falling as cars, three stories below, made their way along the tire tracks in the white stuff. She opened her office door and walked out. The silence was solid. The eyes of the inside sales staff watched her make the trek from her [Read more...]

Gray’s Best Photo Ever

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"Are you ready?" Two female voices answered from the other room, "Yes!" Laughter ensued. His bare chest muscles rippled as he pulled the comb through his hair. "You're hot," Gray whispered to the man with salt and pepper hair and goatee in the mirror. He mockingly kissed each forearm before returning the comb to the bathroom drawer. He had black sweat pants tied at the waist. Flipping off the light, he came out to the living room. The candles on the coffee table showed the blonde and brunette sitting on the couch in deep conversation. Both women looked up on his entrance. He smiled broadly and assumed they were impressed. "Are you sure you're ready?" Both women stood. The blonde was in a short black leather skirt and bra. Her boots [Read more...]

Drifting Snow

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I lay in bed, hovering towards the beyond that would be sleep and am already seeing the vision of her. The darkness outside is pierced by the Moon reflecting her light off the unspoiled snow. The snow glows, showing off her curves. The first curve is the nape of her neck that I want to dine on as the appetizer. The next curve is the perfect rise of her hip as she lay on her side...a place my hand will guide her to relax. As she does lay back, the next curve would be the perfect rising of her breasts. A place that will flow with her breathing as she anticipates my acts. Her knees, an area that I particularly enjoy the back of where the hamstrings can help tune the notes she will be moaning in due time. Her toes that should be [Read more...]