A Feast of Fantasies: My First Visit To The Ranch

A Feast of Fantasies: My First Visit To The Ranch

“Thanks again for inviting me to Thanksgiving dinner with you guys.  It means a lot,” said Oz, hitching his backpack up on his shoulder while we waited for the bus. “I told you already, Oz, you don’t have to thank me.  The more, the merrier,” replied Geena....
Road Trip with Wendy

Road Trip with Wendy

I was cuffed to the post by the kitchen counter in Geena’s apartment, blindfolded, gagged, and cold. My nipples poked through the thick carpet of hair on my chest. Geena liked it when my nipples stood out like this. She’d tease them and flick them with various...
Mike Meets Geena’s Friends

Mike Meets Geena’s Friends

“Shit,” I murmur, pulling the pizza stone out of the oven. I had forgotten about the tiny hole in the tip of the oven mitt, and I quickly plunk the stone down on the counter so I can nurse my burnt finger. I cram it in my mouth just as Geena saunters into the kitchen,...
Copy-Cock

Copy-Cock

“There,” Geena says, sitting back and looking over her handiwork with satisfaction. The look on her face is almost worth the humiliation I feel at being in this position. “Are you comfortable? Nothing too tight?” I test the restraints, curling my wrists and rolling my...