One afternoon on my way home from work I came up to the first rotary. It was very busy and traffic was moving carefully. I was petrified. I stopped at the entrance to the rotary, trying to find a gap. The car behind me was honking and I panicked and just went. I pulled out right in front of a state trooper. As I exited the rotary he turned his lights and siren on. I was so scared I swerved, hit the curb and blew my tire. I pulled to the side of the road and he pulled over behind me.
I was shaking, so scared. The trooper got out of his car, walked up to my window and knocked hard on it. I looked up at the trooper. He was well over 6 feet tall, wearing a mirrored sunglasses, a large brimmed hat, light stubble on his strong chin. His brown uniform hung perfectly on his broad shoulders, strong chest and thick arms. He looked about his early 40s, almost my dads age. I felt so intimidated and i lowered my eyes. That's when I saw his bulge and my jaw dropped. The standard issue pants accented what appeared to be a very hefty package. He knocked on my window again. I put the window down and meakishly started to stutter and apologize. He interrupted me and ordered me to get out of the car. I gulped but complied, shaking. He grabbed my arm and guided me over to the passenger side of my car and pointed at my popped tire. He said sternly "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU BOY? DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO DRIVE BOY?" I was so embarrassed. I started to explain I in fact had only been driving for a few weeks and had just moved here. He scoughed and asked "AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL SORRY FOR YOU, YOU LITTLE PUSSY?" I was shocked he called me a pussy but I didn't want to antagonize and replied "yes officer." He asked me if i even knew how to change a tire. I replied "no sir." He laughed and replied "YOU'RE GOING TO LEARN RIGHT NOW BOY. It'll give me time to decide what to do with you." I gulped. He started barking out orders and I got to work, down on my knees in the dirt and gravel. He questioned me about my life and I answered all of his invasive questions, fearing what he could do to me. He gave me very precise directions every step of the way and was very quick to correct me if I deviated even slightly.
It all started 17 days before. I replied to a personal ad from a man like I'd never met before. He wanted someone to control COMPLETELY. He made it very clear he was a total top and described it as a conquering. He called me 5minutes after i replied. From that moment I was his. Immediately he was inside my head and when I was in his presence I never made any decisions. I was led. We
It was a clear autumn day. My car was in the shop so I was walking the 2 1/2 miles from work to my home. I set out around 5:15. I walked for about a mile when a large blue pickup truck slowed as they drove past. Both the men stared at me intently as they passed. Two big burly intimidating looking men. The sort of men no one has ever picked a fight with.I walked another block and
I was picking up a ZipCar from a local garage. The garage has a long descending ramp. As I nearly reached the bottom I heard a deep low voice repeatedly ask "Can I fuck you in the ass?" three times in a row. This surprised an excited me. I stood by the office for a couple awkward minutes and then suddenly a handsome Dominican Man appeared from around the dark corner. As he spoke to
i had just moved to Hartford, CT for a low paying job at one of the large insurance companies. looking for apartments sucks. i was having trouble finding a one bedroom in my range and even met a couple possible roommates. a lot of people weren't even calling me back. i was about to call one of the possible roommates when my phone rang. it was an 860 area code. i answered. it was a
Last Thursday I connected with a man online. His profile had no significant content, but his stats were impressive. Almost as impressive as the two photos he included of his huge soft penis. We began chatting and then he mentioned that he wanted to own. I gave him my number and we began talking. It turns out we were better matched than I had imagined. He was a Haitian Man, 53,
Last Thursday I connected with a man online. His profile had no significant content, but his stats were impressive. Almost as impressive as the two photos he included of his huge soft penis. We began chatting and then he mentioned that he wanted to own. I gave him my number and we began talking. It turns out we were better matched than I had imagined. He was a Haitian Man, 53,
I had just turned 18 and decided I'd celebrate by getting my very first tattoo. I had recently gone off to college about 2 hours from where I grew up. Coming from my upper-middle class upbringing in the suburbs I couldn't wait to finally be a little bad. I spent hours in the days leading up to my birthday and I still hadn't figured out what to get, but I knew where i wanted it. I
The following is a true story.It was a warm fall afternoon I was returning to college after a weekend at home. My car (a Civic) was in the shop my father let me borrow his 350Z for the week. I was a little bit of a gear head at only 18 and I loved speed, but I knew the Z was too much for me to handle anyway. My father was constantly reminding me. I was only 5'8
I was 23 and had just moved back in with my father when I ran into Steve. He lived a couple of blocks down from me. I hadn't seen him for years but used to stop and talk to him while I was walking my dog. I had always had a crush on him and he had only gotten hotter since I was gone.He was in his late 20s, about 6'2, italian, a former marine, shaved head but with dark stubble and
I saw Steve on Monday night washing his truck while I walked my dog. I got hard as soon as his house was in sight, and when I saw him out there sweating I nearly died. I stopped to talk all the while hoping he'd invite me in for another round. I would have given anything just to suck this god's cock again. Instead he told me to wash his truck for him while he sat in the garage and
When I had graduated college I thought that the world was my oyster. I was going to be somebody! I had been offered a position at the marketing firm where I had interned during college and was moving to the big city. It was the dream of every privileged kid who grew up in a blue suburb like I had. Five years later my reality looked very different. I had never even been considered
I had just graduated college and had my parents had bought me a car. I hadn't driven in over 4 years and even though I still had my license I was learning all over again. I had grown up on the west coast and had never encountered a rotary before. Lucky me, there were quite a few in my new neighborhood. I had no idea how they worked. My commute everyday was a struggle.One
I was 19, still living at home and trying to keep my marijuana use a secret. We lived in an upper-class neighborhood with very large wooded lots. In the 3 years we'd lived there I don't think I'd ever seen anyone but the lawn crew come or go. I would cut through the woods most nights to the empty house and smoke on their patio. I sat down on a one of the patio chairs, cracked my beer,
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